Grind

It has been a month since I found and walked under the red exit letters. Leaving a place of shaping, molding, and becoming and returning to a place determined to be the shaper, be the molder, to know who made me, and be everything I dream to become.

These determinations are often easier said than lived. Embarrassment, fear, rejection; these things are my battleground. How can I change a culture, large or small, if I am afraid to release hope. I'm determined to be a lazy evangelist; I want the presence to follow me, to go ahead of me, to stand beside me. All who stand, walk, or speak to me will experience the presence I live with. Nevertheless, these things cripple my focus, they deafen my ears, and divert my sight away from Him. When will we, when will I, dispose of being afraid to be awkward? When will I be so confident in who I am that when I show someone that, they know one response, to fall at His feet? When?

I want to live a life that causes people to choose. I want to live a life that offers life.

I want Him to be my everything.

Everything