Go ahead. Tell me all the reasons I should make them. I know, I know. But just hear me out.
Here’s the deal. I used to be a perfectionist until God set me free. I used to find pieces of my identity in what I could accomplish, what I could create, what I could produce. I would strive and work and strive and work. I would make unattainable goals and when I would happen not to accomplish them, feel like a total failure.
I was either finding my identity in the working towards the goals or the failure of not attaining them. Always feeling unsatisfied, and honestly really, really tired.
And then I started having revelation on my true identity, who God says I already am.
Since the calendar turned another page, there was a short season of time when our days slowed down. We created new rhythms again, as a family of four. We were settling into those cold, rainy days that winter blows in, and have been filled with so much excitement as we’ve watched the cold of winter be met with the warm, budding signs of spring.