There they are,
Always in my head,
Always warring with one another.
The victor always the same.
The voices in my head never cease;
A constant rhythm and hum drum of noise.
Each of my very worst critics lives there.
It becomes overwhelming and quite exhausting,
Listening to their unfiltered and twisted thoughts.
It is easy to rationalize their lies and take them as truth.
Then, so very softly, I hear it.
It comes and goes, the softest little murmur.
Almost going unnoticed to my untrained ear.
In my stillest moments it grows in volume.
Contradictory to anything the voices have said before.
Could this be true of me?
My heart longs to believe.
These voices are at war in my head
The victor has always been the same.
In my quietest moments Truth reaches out to me,
Challenging me to believe something more.
Truth will win the never ending battle,
Maybe not today,
But He is fighting for me
I need only to choose to believe His voice in my head.
Hello, sweet friends!
I am here with the third and final week of Galatians quiet times!
How did it go? I cannot believe that we are already coming to an end on Galatians.
I'm already dreaming up quiet times to prepare our hearts and lead us right up to Christmas time!
I pray that this week quiets your heart before the Lord's as you connect with Him :).
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Week two of Galatians: HERE
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Have a lovely week!!
WEEK ONE IS DONE!!
That could easily turn itself into a nice chant.
How did it go?! Was your self discipline streeeeetched? Was it an absolute joy? Was it somewhere in between? Is the Lord teaching you something new?! I'm dying to know!!
Tell me in the comments down below, make it into a Insta story for the WHOLE world to see (not scary), or direct message me on the Gramm (Instagram). You could also e-mail me if you're into that kinda stuff.
Week two is bumping and ready to go! It's gonna be LIT (I've been away from college life for a semester and I feel like I'm aging myself with that one). Do people still say lit? Please let me know. My reputation is on the line.
Okay, this is what you're HERE for.
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The Lord is faithful, my friends. I find it so sweet to see Him reaching out to each of us right where we are at and calling us Beloved. He just keeps inching us along to love and understand Him a little more. What a sweet thing to be a part of.
Praying for you as you connect your heart to Jesus' this week!
Hello, Sweet Friends!
I am so excited to be going through Galatians with y'all!! This plan follows a simple outline to encourage time focusing on who the Lord is and how He wants to meet you with each new day. Feel free to print this outline out or to freestyle it in your own journal! I understand that the outline is helpful to some but suffocating to others - I just wanted to provide it as a tool that is available! (I'm 100% one of those "your outline suffocates me" kinda people so there's not a single hard feeling.)
Here's the deal: I know that some days it is plain 'ole hard to actually dig into God's Word. So, I have built a couple of catch up days into this plan so that you have the freedom to miss a day and not feel like you are completely behind. The importance of this content is that we are getting into the Word!!! So, don't let a missed day stop you! God's expectation for us has never been perfection.
The importance in all of this is to connect our heart to the Lord's heart. Some days that looks like reminding ourselves of our need for the gospel as we brush our teeth. Other days it looks like jamming to worship music while driving so that our hearts can reflect on how sweet the Lord's grace is. Most days it should look like us digging into the living and active Word of God. BUT HAY, that's what this quiet time accountability stuff is for!!!
One last thing before we get to the good stuff! I desperately want to know what the Lord is teaching you (wow, it brings me SO MUCH joy). So, I would love it if you created an Instagram story on Sunday about what the Lord taught you. Be sure to tag me in it (@abbie_norris) so that I don't miss it!! This will kill two birds with one stone: I will get to see what you are learning (and learn from you), and the people who follow you will see a little something about Jesus. :)
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I'm blessed by you, friends!!
A moment of complete and total honesty for you, my friends. Moving to Texas has been wonderful in so many ways but it has taken a toll on the time that I spend with the Lord. I can't even claim that it is anything other than my own passivity. I have lacked a value for daily connecting my heart to the Lord's heart. I spend time with The Lord here and there but nothing consistent, and nothing that floods me with a substantial, daily reminder of the gospel.
With all of this being said, I know I am not the only one who has a hard time with prioritizing time with Jesus when I do not have a plan of what to spend my time in. When I lack a plan, I fail to execute. So, I am going to be creating an outline for the quiet time schedule I am making for myself and I will be sharing it here. My hope is that you will join me in following the plan and invite others to join as well! I am currently praying about what to go through but the plan will be coming directly from the Bible, allowing the Word of God to speak for itself, rather than me telling you what theme you should be drawing from your time with the Lord.
This will be a resource that will provide structure, room for a missed quiet time or two (there is so much grace), and accountability. The first plan will be posted next Sunday afternoon as we gear up for the week.
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Busyness is a thief of truthful living. We get lost in the pace of things, letting our identities get marred and cloudy in the process. We push hard and forget to slow down, getting caught up in the rhythm of busy when I wake up and busy until I fall asleep. Ignoring the tickings of our hearts, we just do. Then one day, everything slows down, our busyness momentarily disappears and, as the ticking gets louder, we realize that it is quite irregular. We realize that we have gotten so caught up in using our activities to prove our worthiness that we forgot to remind ourselves that we are already counted as worthy by the One who made our ticking hearts. Slow is hard, intimidating even. The enemy whispers loud when our hearts don't have the distraction of a spinning world to capture it's attention. Slowing down means debunking the lies and claiming truth. Slowing down is hard but slowing down trains my heart to fight off lies and claim truth as my own.
Sweet girl, look at you. So full of hope and longing for the future. Slow down, I’m begging you to.
You’re a dreamer, you probably always will be. I can hear it in the way you speak and see it in the way you light up with excitement over the idea of something new. Is there anything sweeter than a dream? Perhaps not, but do not let these dreams pull you away from where you are today.
Our lives are but mists and our today's will soon be tomorrow's: don’t allow them to slip away without a sideways glance. Look around you when you are in the company of friends and soak in what it’s like to be surrounded by these faces. Cling to their laughter, soak in their presence, store these memories in places where you know you won’t forget them. Enjoy yourself a little more when you go out for ice cream at two in the morning, memorize the walk to your car and the music that is blasted over the radio. Remember the jam sessions that were finished in the parking garage, the dance parties that were had, and the late night heart to hearts when every hope and grief was poured out. Remember the way your roommates look when they just wake up and the way you struggled to keep quiet when you got home and they were sleeping. These moments may seem trivial now but, trust me, they will be oh so sweet when you look back on them.
The late nights, early mornings, proximity of friends, annoyances, and sweet times will all be fond memories before you are ready for them to be. The world keeps spinning, people keep aging, and before you know it you will want every piece of these years back. Embrace the moments now so that when you look back you will not regret only living for the future rather than the current memories being made.
You’ll miss it, that is not a bullet you can dodge, but you can enjoy the time you have now for your future self. Sit back, breathe a little deeper, let time creep by a little slower; live today in a way that shows your appreciation for it, soak it in, and remember.
Time flies and before you know it everything will look different. Love where you are now, make the most of this time, and do not wish it away. Not on a boy, not on the excitement of a new place to live, and not on the pull of your newest muse. You are here today so live like it and most certainly do not rush it away.
The Sophomore Year of College You
But i’m reminded that this isn’t going to be easy.
Some days I won’t have the capacity to handle what I have.
I’m weak and my strength is fleeting and I find myself stuck in the same rut.
Then You, Lord, gently remind me:
I don’t have to be strong enough
I don’t have to fix my problems
Because You are strength, You are my protector
When I don’t have the fight in me You are fighting for me
I have freedom to be who I am, where I am, and still be the recipient of love
Grace is a strange thing.
I’m an incredibly nostalgic person. Songs about growing up, going home, and time passing leave a lump in my throat and my heart sore. I spent the majority of my growing up years wishing I lived in another decade -- when things were simpler and I finished my days by drinking lemonade on my porch while watching the sun kiss the world goodnight. Sometimes, when I think about how I used to ride my bike around the neighborhood until the fireflies came out and then scrub the dirt off of my feet with soap that smelled like green apples before I climbed into bed, there are parts of me that wish I could snap my fingers and go back. Mama would read us books until our eyelids sat at half mast and then after two kisses on my forehead I would fall asleep to the buzz of locusts and the cry of a train rolling through town.
There is an underlying theme in the desires I have for life -- my heart longs for simplicity. I have always told myself that I’ll get to that point someday. Someday when I am well established, married, and have a gaggle of mini-me’s chasing each other in the front yard.
Then one day it hit me. My goodness, it hit me hard. I didn’t need to wait for a wrap around porch with a porch swing for my best life to start. My best life could start now. Me, in my messy, not what imagined life to be spot that the Lord has placed me in. My best life only needs to revolve around Jesus, and I have that with or without a him, a white house on an acreage, and a porch swing that points west and creaks at the same spot every time I push off. I realized that if circumstances are changing the place from which I live my life, I am discrediting the abundance from which God has created me to live.
Things changed after this realization. I stopped running around trying to soak every part of life up and I began to drink deeper from the parts of life that I had. I started taking steps towards looking like the person I am in in my nostalgia for a time I never lived in daydreams. I took friends on picnics, invited roommates into my room to sprawl out and study on a blanket spread across my floor, I played ridiculous games with children, laughed way too loud with people I barely knew, and cried with people whose hearts I knew well. I became a partaker in dance parties, a gym goer, an out of the tub ice cream eater, a meal maker, a learner.
I began to discover what living from a simple, contented fullness really looks like. I have started to challenge myself to be the woman that I know the Lord has created me to be, today. The kind of woman who invites people into my oasis of slowness, sits and listens, sends them away feeling loved, and coaxes them back with a promise of honest conversation and a freedom to be themselves.
This all started from a realization that my life was happening now and if I kept waiting for it to start I would die without ever having become who I was created to be.
I lived chained to what was invisible,
Defining myself by the circumstances life wrapped me in.
It was when I learned that I am not the lies that I tell myself,
I am not what my circumstances tell me I am,
But I am who Jesus says I am; redeemed
That’s when I found freedom.
Freedom to learn from mistakes that do not define me
Freedom to laugh loudly
Freedom to be me, completely and totally me.