Tuesday, October 15, 2013

So Be It.

"Follow your heart, baby."

Wise words from my very-wise and very-knowing-of-how-to-handle-me mother.  

This is kind of just some words that are on my heart right now.  

Because I'm a thinker (aka I never stop thinking, analyzing, panicking over, celebrating, hurting, and so far on), I often times find myself asking for help.  Even down to the smallest of things, like whether or not to text the boy after our fight a few days ago.
Often times, I find myself here, questioning everything: should i? can i? is it okay to? what if? how much? how little?  I've created this plan, a flow chart even, in my head, full of endless boxes and arrows pointing to hypothetical situations that I can respond to based on my emotional self.  Aka I believe that there is a clear and definite answer for everything.

When I posed the question, full of the analyzing I have been doing all morning, to Mom, her simple answer for me was just for me to follow my heart.  I cried at that because I knew that that was the appropriate answer all along, though it always helps to have it backed up by your near-and-dear.

Doing what seems logical isn't always the right answer (of course not because my OCD screams that everything has an answer and it bothers me that everything doesn't).  Logic isn't always good.  Logic says that there is yes and no answer for all things and that that yes or no cannot be debated, no matter what the situation, person, cause, or emotions.

Listening to your heart is evaluating what you feel is right or wrong, regardless of the imaginary set of rules that you've created, and acting accordingly.  Listening to your heart doesn't offer pristine answers, but it definitely leaves you with a peace that logic can't always offer.

I understand that this is hard to track with, but bear with me.  If God had used logic in saving us, where would we be?  If God had done what made sense, where would we be?  If God hadn't listened to His breaking heart, where would we be?

See, Jesus came and sought after us. He listened to His heart, even when it pained Him ("Going a little ahead, he fell on his face, praying, 'My Father, if there is any way, get me out of this. But please, not what I want. You, what do you want?'" Matthew 26:39).  If Jesus had used logic, we would be lost and without a savior.

But, hallelujah, what a Savior.  Because Jesus intervened and listened to His heart, we have freedom, grace, peace, love, a Father, hope, righteousness, justification, eternal life, and joy.  We can know all of these things only because Jesus felt that listening to His heart was better than using His head when it pertained to hanging on the cross.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that logic will screw you up sometimes.  It's the endless battle between heart and head and there is a time and place for logic.  But ultimately, some situations cannot be solved by your flow chart. Logic can leave you with broken relationships, unsaid words, and an empty heart and that is not worth it.

Now, there are situations that you'll have to take to head, some you'll have to take to heart, and some you'll have to take to head AND heart.  Be wise and consult the Lord in all of these because Jesus consulted the Lord and look what came of it.

If you're burdened, pray and do what Jesus says.  Don't let petty things bother you until you explode.  Find peace, whether it's in head or heart.  And be okay with using head or heart.  If it means being irresponsible, so be it.  Do what makes you happy.  Be happy.  Do what will bring you joy.  Because ultimately, that's what matters.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

this is awkward...

Me again.

I feel normal (and pretty stable? like what?) again.  Blogging is therapy.  Thanks for reading my ridiculous, dramatic, overwhelmed, I-need-help blogpost posted earlier tonight.

Sometimes I'm dramatic and crazy and too emotional.  But if you prayed for me, thank you, because Jesus has already done a healing work in me.



My life is so awkward.  Thanks for bearing with me.  Love y'all to pieces <3

"Give yourself some grace, Brenna."

It's a scary place to come to when you openly ask your mom to pray for you.

This past weekend was Fall Break and I have no doubt that the baggage that comes with going home, dealing with people, loving my family too much, and trying to keep my head on straight doesn't help the anxiety and stress that I'm feeling right now.

You know those moments of "what the heck am I doing with my life?"  Today was that for me.  Over Panera, as I ate my frontega chicken and soup and a friend went on about standards for teaching, Praxis, and teaching auditions, I felt my head cloud up and my mind shut down.  What am I doing with my life.

The question bounced around in my head as I tried to make sense of things.  
I go to Anderson University.  I'm an Education major, hoping to finish my time here in five years.  I have great friends and a wonderful, crazy family.  I like myself alright, I would be a mess without Jesus.  

So why does everything feel jacked up?  Why do I feel like Education isn't for me? Why do I stress spending five years here?  Why do I feel like some of my relationships are quickly falling off the deep end?  Why do I continue to feel hurt over the same boy that keeps messing me up and why can't I just let him go?  Why do I feel, so often, like I can't catch up?

It's scary.  It's nerve-racking and panicky and it'll quickly stop you in your tracks. 
I know that I will be happy as a teacher and I think that I have the ability to do it, but I struggle with verification of that.  I know that five years here isn't a big deal, but I dread spending my final senior year here without my best friends.  I can't explain why I put up with what I put up with other than saying that I love, love, love this boy and I can't seem to let him go, no matter what.  None of my relationships are really falling apart, it's just hard being away from all my friends.  
I struggle too often because I think and stress too much.  And to an extent, I know that, but I can't convince my head to catch up to my heart and just let it be.

I guess this post is different because in the same way that I asked Mom, I'm asking y'all to pray for me.  Lord knows I'm a piece of work and that I have not yet arrived, but thank God that He's not done with me.  


"And it's okay to be upset about it and cry and let down 
your defenses, give yourself some grace, Brenna."  

Grace is a strange concept to me because I can't seem to figure out to have it with myself.  I can give everyone else and their mother grace until the cows come home, but I can't seem to come to know how to treat myself with grace--how to let myself hurt, how to let myself be weak, how to forgive myself, how to lower my expectations for myself, how to accept myself. 

Mere contentment isn't an easy place to be.  And I know I should take better care of myself (more Bible reading, more prayer, more honesty), but the devil can quickly and easily convince you that your mountain is impassable.  

Luke 10:20- "However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.”

2 Corinthians 12:9- "But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me."

The best is yet to come.  Praying, asking, and soaking in this.  Love you guys.