Face Off

Have you ever missed out on something? Or was given an opportunity but you were too afraid to do it? You felt inadequate or insecure so you declined the opportunity. You were scared. Did you notice the common denominator of those equations were you? That’s some heavy math and math was never my favorite subject. You had to work through the problems that were broken up in layers to get to the answer.

Truth is… I have been avoiding writing this next blog. I have a habit with starting projects and never finishing them. This blog isn’t about me writing about my life. This isn’t about me at all. So why did I make this blog? What’s the point? I’m inviting you to join me on a journey, an adventure. I’m giving up make-up for a year.

A Glimpse of my Background
I’ve grown up with a blessed life. I have an amazing Christian family. So you can say I have a solid faith. I grew up in church, and God and I have always been pretty tight. Church has always been and is a lifestyle for me.  I have my dirt; I’m not perfect nor is my past. But I know it’s not about what I did but about what He did.   Long story short… life got real and God became real.

The “Face-Off”

 I moved away, fresh out of my comfort. I’m a freshman at James River Leadership College. A month later, at a prayer service after a long day, I was feeling gross and ugly. My make-up was coming off, my hair was messy, I didn’t want to go to church because I looked bad. God broke me. I was overwhelmed with his sovereignty. He gave me an urgency to go home and wash my face off. My junior year in high school, I did a make up fast for ten days, I remembered how much God had revealed to me then, and had high expectations for this next venture. I was giving up make-up for twenty-two days, and God made it known that we are “going deeper”. Come to find, “My life is not my own”. That make-up fast ended the first day of a major event that I was serving in within my area of focus. I was so excited to wear make-up again, and even more excited to attend the event. Later, reflecting on the night I knew He wasn’t finished. I knew I wasn’t wearing make-up the next day. Fearing the unknown, He still won. Now for round three.