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It’s wild what some of us run away from in life. I know I’ve run away from lots of things. The funny thing about running is that many times, you may end up running right into the very things you’re trying to run away from. I’ve consistently run away from things like…

My callings.
My fears.
And my truths.

At one point I got really good at running and hiding out from a lot of these things, until I kept finding myself in situations where I was forced to embrace my callings, even when I was uncomfortable and unsure of myself, or step into leadership roles when I wanted to be the kind of girl that faded to the background and be left alone, or when I had to face my fears no matter who or what those fears may have looked like. I’ve also had to look into some truths about myself and different people I’ve come to know, and last but not least I’ve had to face and go head to head with Goliath like opposition that most people would never dare to step to. And in the midst of all this I was reminded of who my God is, and understand that He’s bigger than all of these things combined and more. Yes, sometimes I still get scared, feel uncomfortable, and get upset but when I remember who my God is, I begin to be at ease and face what I’ve wasted time running away from. If you’re reading this and have found yourself dealing with the weight of running, I would encourage you to stop running, stop wrestling, and go towards all the things you’ve been running from. Plus, God will find you and from my experiences I can honestly say it’s just best to follow His directions (no matter how out there things may seem.) You may be pleasantly surprised at what facing the things you’re running from will bring out of you. I know it’s been a serious game changer for me.


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