thirty seven thirty eight

A whole lot on my mind these days and on my plate.

I'm enjoying being....and feeling every moment of life as it comes. Even though I feel I have no time for myself. It's okay, it's more than fine. Being anxious for nothing happens when you have every opportunity to be anxious.

I asked someone today "What do you hope people say about you when you aren't around?", and I thought of my own answer.

I don't want people to say, "She knew who she was." or
"She was a jill of all trades." or even other common compliments that everyone seems to receive these days.

I think I only want people to say that I was real. John Mark Mcmillan tweeted once about how every day he tries to be real, but makes himself sick at how fake he ends up feeling.

I can relate and I love the honesty.

At 23 I am finding out about myself and what God sees in me. It's strange. The things that I can do, do not impress God. Ministry is people. People matter, not accomplishments or even what people say about you.

Love,

BC

p.s. Currently, blogger is not letting me upload pictures, so I will try tomorrow.

Yesterday, August 15th- waiting, reading, conversating

Today, August 16th- breakfast, meeting Nollie, catching up, saying goodbye, again.