Sometimes, I feel like I’m too much.
I didn’t come to that conclusion on my on though.
It stems from years of being told I’m “extra,” “scatterbrained” and “do the most.”
Having your personality, your passion, and your creativity attacked by various people in numerous spaces over the course of several years naturally causes you to retreat. If so many people who don’t know each other think the same thing about you, it has to be true, right? … WRONG.
I now realize those piercing labels were actually an attack of the enemy designed to persecute me before I could even begin my assignment. And after I began it, they became daggers designed to serve as opposition that injured me enough to stop.
BUT, despite the wounds I find myself often salving with ointments such as reminders of what God thinks about me, I have persisted.
…and here I am.
Broken like everyone else.
Yet embracing the multifacetedness of my personhood.
Knowing that my Savior wasn’t born to just be one thing…and neither was I.
Isaiah 9:6 — “For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”