Hello everyone!

I hope that you are doing well and staying safe during these times.

It’s funny how the things you want in life, sometimes, happen in a completely different way than you had imagined. This year, I had planned on living my best life; I had several trips planned along with other activities with friends. However, all of that quickly disappeared when COVID-19 began. And during this time, I have had a lot of time at home to connect with God and really think about what I wanted in life.

Sometime during this quarantine, I started feeling as if I was just existing…I wasn’t really living the abundant life Jesus gave me (John 10:10). I got up, worked from home, and then lounged or worked out before eating and re-watching Psych on Amazon Prime. I knew that there was more for me than what I was doing, I just didn’t know what exactly.

Last week, I sought God’s plan for my life because I had become complacent at work (although still working with excellence) and with some church groups that I was leading. While washing the dishes in my quiet house, God placed on my heart a story I heard about two years ago in the news. Thirteen siblings, ranging from 2 to 29 years old, were basically held imprisoned in their own home for years without adequate food and hygienic practices. It was peculiar that I would think of them because it had been years since I learned of that situation.

And then this week, I finished reading “Monday’s Not Coming,” by Tiffany Jackson. It’s a story about a girl who seems to be the only person that notices her best friend Monday, might be missing. You’ll go on a rollercoaster ride with this book, but it brings some things to light like missing children of color and mental health. The book actually reminded me of a missing girl from D.C., who was last seen with a janitor that worked at the homeless shelter, her and her family resided in at the time. Before being taken into custody for questioning, he shot his wife and then shot himself. Till this day, she (Relisha Rudd) has not been found. Today actually, is the sixth year Washington D.C. is observing Relisha Rudd Remembrance Day.

So what does all of this have to do with anything, you ask? What if living our best lives had more to do with walking in our purpose than the activities that we planned? I thought I was missing out because of this virus, but being stripped of the busyness of life allowed me to really think about my purpose. I have the choice to continue to settle for the life that I’m living or step out on faith and walk in my purpose. Right now, I think God’s desire is for me to help those who are neglected and abused. I’m not sure how it will look, whether I’ll work for an organization that helps this population or whether I’ll just volunteer. What I do know is…I don’t want to just exist anymore. Who’s with me?

Thanks for reading! I hope that this inspires you to look at the cup of 2020 as half full and not half empty. Evaluate whether you’re living on purpose or simply existing. If it’s the latter, no worries, just ask God and He’ll show you. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Peace and Blessings,

Britt ♥

 

P.S. Please remember to wear your masks in public, not just for the health of others, but also yourself.

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