It's funny how life works, one minute you're complaining about the lack of inspiration you have and just as soon as you embrace it and ride it out, it seems that the still small voice speaks so clearly into your heart and once again you feel like you are back on track.
In my last post I had shared about how winter had become more than just a weather season for me in these last few months and how it was beginning to take a toll on my creativity, motivation and passion. Granted, this always happens. I tend to be a creature of the sun. Without it, I start to shrivel up into the grayness of the season. Anyway, I tend to take my life journey pretty seriously. I believe it's all meaningful and God-inspired and God-led. I believe there is a purpose to it all. Most importantly, regardless of the tangible success or stature I may or may not ever have, I believe strongly in using my story to help people overcome their own trials, embrace their own journey and find their voice. But when I find myself in between the mountain highs, right there in the valley lows, my spirit yearns to be a part of something greater than itself and to feel like I still have a place in this world. I long for God to speak to my heart and to remind me of who He is in my life and also of who I am in His eyes. We all need that. Especially because with the grind of everyday life it's so easy to lose sight of that from time to time.
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AuthorSara is a left-handed, Peruvian-American, Gemini, millennial who has never said no to a delicious walnut & chocolate chip cookie. She loves reading, writing prompts, baking, photography, art, dressing up, thrifting, going out to a fancy dinner, and spending holy time with her two beautiful kids, husband, and two cats. A lit candle and a cup of tea at night is the life above all else. Last but not least, she will die on a hill for Taylor Swift. Archives
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