Shed

Everyone left.  Yet I still survive.  I have found that I have the annoying quality of surviving!  And now, I’m tired of just surviving.  I want to thrive.  I want the chance to shed old skin and focus on the road, the path ahead.

Shed skin.  Shed unhealthy relationships.  Shed unwarranted expectations.  Shed pounds.  Shed tears.

Shed the uncertainty that I have always struggled with.  So, I sat inside Decatur City Church today and the pastor was talking about fear.  And then he brought up Hebrews 11.  “By faith Noah.… By faith Sarah…” 

By Faith Chad?

Hebrews 11:1
“...faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.”

I hope.  I desperately want, but maybe I should just know.  Know that there will be someone who will come beside me.  Hell, there already is.  But it’s not a person.  It’s a being much bigger and much stronger than me.

My own personal faith is the only thing that has always been here beside me.  Sometimes pulling me a little bit along, other times pushing, but never taking over.  More guiding, trying to just help direct the way.

Maybe it’s time.

Without fear.  

Recklessly seeking.

Permission to do it on my terms,  not anyone else’s.

Irreverently Relevant.

Finding home.