I’ve been reading through old journals of mine the past few weeks.
Some of the entries seem so foreign to me… prayers and hopes I hardly recognize.
Others, though penned years ago, could have just as easily been written thirty minutes ago.
Life is funny like that.
When I turned twenty-seven earlier this year, I made “No” my word. I recognized the toll overcommitting myself was having on me and I adopted the belief “if it's not a HELL YES, then it's a no”. Saying no to the menial is easy… dinner invites will come again, part time job offers are just part time, relationships without depth are draining at best.
But what about when you say no to the meaningful? When the no’s repeated in your journal are life changing and confusing? In those moments, I am learning… hope is being born. Our no’s reflect what we desperately long for, sometimes more honestly than our yes’s do. Despite the pain and suffering that often accompanies a no, it’s worth acknowledging the endurance required to bravely utter those two significant letters.
Looking through the pages of old journals, the pattern of no’s has been oddly comforting. Despite the confusion that has surrounded no’s through the years, I have an unwavering belief that He is writing a more beautiful story than I ever could, and He doesn’t make mistakes. He is good, even when His plans are different than I could have ever expected.
What have you said no to recently?
What no has been the most life changing for you?