our stories

Sometimes I write things about life, faith, and other things that have been weighing on my heart in this little space. It sits here unpublished for a couple days, I read it again, and then delete all of it. Every last word. And to be honest with myself, I delete it because these thoughts start to creep into my head.
Thoughts like..

Who are you to share these things, Zoe?
Are you forgetting your past and all of the mistakes you've made? 

Don't you know how young you are? You don't know anything. 

Why would anyone care to hear what you have to say or think?

God has been helping me see the truth about those feelings of inadequacy. 

Yes, I am young. I have made countless mistakes. And because of them I have experienced things in my short life that I never thought I would, that have broken me in ways I didn't know were possible. But God has taken my brokenness and made me whole again. And it is part of my story. 

We all have a story. I truly believe there is a reason for every. single. part. The good, the bad, the blessings God gives us, the things He takes away, and every little part in between. It is all part of His master plan.

It's so amazing to me that no matter how far we try to run, how bad we mess up, how unaware and ungrateful we are of God's unconditional love and mercy, He still pursues us. He wants to know us. He wants to love us and hold us. He has been working in my heart lately, and its because I am finally letting Him with completely open arms.

I love this song by Gungor.

You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of the dust.
You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of us.

Our stories are beautiful. Through Him. 

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I know that beautiful things happen when people are vulnerable and share their hearts. Stories have the power to inspire and bring hope. They let people know they are not alone in whatever they are going through. And most importantly they bring people to the Lord.

So, I will continue to work on pushing out those feelings of inadequacy and open my heart to maybe sharing pieces of my story. The parts that have already been written and the parts being written daily.

But for now, I am posting these jumbled thoughts of mine and making a promise to myself not to delete them. And that's a start.

pictures

Here are some pictures of my sweet boy that I took the other day. 

I love when he first wakes up in the morning. When he still wants his pacifier and still wants to be cuddly.

Love his sweet face.

 Doing one of his favorite things, jumping. 

It's so darn cute. 

And he still loves his guitar. This song was about poppytakes (aka cupcakes). 

Pretty sure it went something like, "Ohhh poppytake, poppytake. Poppppppytake." 

repeat 10 times. 

I mean, seriously. I die. 

He's the best.