The Gypsy Mama encourages us to write for five minutes flat, no editing, no over-thinking, no back tracking — to write without worrying. I finally decided to give it a try. This Friday’s topic was: real.
We were all just trying to be something — to be someone. We walked around in other people’s clothes and tried on their ideals. I kept looking for the rules, the right way to be. I kept trying to figure out how to measure up.
Nothing ever quite felt right.
It wasn’t until that summer, that one summer I spent alone in the french province. I knew there had to be something more. I spent every night spilling words into my journal. Seeking and searching. Tiny little prayers, before I even knew what praying was.
Six months later, I met him. He whispered a secret into my heart and I started to learn, I started to know who I really was.
Forgiven and free, no longer searching for the rules. The rules didn’t apply anymore — only grace, abundant grace. Grace that revealed the real me.
“It’s in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living…” – Ephesians 1:11 MSG