Unfiltered: because the world needs more vulnerability.




It has been much too long since I have sat myself down to write. In the past months, exhausting and chaotic as they have been, I have lived.


I have mourned things that would never come to be. I have both sat on the floor of my room sobbing for hours, as well as driven myself to the beach in the middle of winter to dance with joy, alone on the shore, letting my feet be tickled by the ocean waves.


I have spent countless hours with friends, working through relationship issues and talking through breakups. I have attended Bible studies, and I have made too many commitments. I have scrubbed floors and washed thousands of dishes and cooked too many complicated dinners.


I have stayed up late to get work done, and gotten up with the sun some mornings. I have slept through too many of my alarms, eaten too much ice cream, spent too many hours on social media, and then realized how empty I really felt.


I have gotten on planes and braved hours of traffic to hug precious friends from all over, and have gone to coffee shops by myself and pored over my laptop with an overpriced cappuccino trying to force myself to absorb information. I have passed exams, and I have failed them. I have lived up to my own expectations, and I have failed myself too.


I have lived with a free and contented heart, rejoicing in both the goodness of God and the sweetness of my circumstances, and I have laid in bed late at night and realized the depression I thought I had beat and the loneliness that came along with it never truly went away.


I have prayed apathetically and worshiped sporadically. I have studied the Bible intensely, and I have pleaded with God wildly.


I have read books. I have gone exploring. I have lost people I was holding too tightly onto, and have grieved over the people I have disappointed.


And in all of that, through the joys and the sorrows, I have become exhausted – too tired to let myself think, but in not letting myself contemplate, become even more drained with the seemingly meaningless chaos my life has consisted of.




I find a script in my head, a list of the things I say to myself to manage it all. Something to settle the cognitive dissonance, to translate the confusion into something I thought I could swallow:


I tell myself I am all alone.

I tell myself I have to be strong, independent, guarded, and fearless.

I tell myself that love is for everyone else, but not for me.

I tell myself I am not enough, I am not wanted, I am too much.


So what do I fill my life with more of? More Facebook (newsflash: social media is NOT good for the soul). More Netflix (oh, all it does is distract). More striving to be someone I think I have to be (living another’s life and calling is completely wearying). More commitments (why do I think I have to be so busy?). More friendships forged in my own strength (ah, but to live out of obligation and not out of love serves no one).


In all of this, I have discovered something about myself – something uncomfortable and unbeautiful, but something so integrally part of me nonetheless: I have always lived in pursuit of something.


In shameless pursuit of something else, something more, something bigger and better or maybe even worse, but something.


In sixth grade I created a plan to be done with high school math and teaching myself calculus by eighth grade. That never happened, but I was so, so determined, and I felt like a horrible human being for not reaching the ridiculous goal I set before myself. Achievement was my addiction.


In seventh grade I was consumed with memorizing Scripture, with bringing my friends to youth group with me, with making sure I brought my Bible every week. I made sure I was always wearing shorts that went down to my knees, never anything form-fitting and especially never sitting next to or hugging boys. My rigid, exaggerated version of holiness was my vice, and I thought I was succeeding.


In ninth grade, I created a plan to read the entire Bible, four chapters a day, starting in January and finishing in October. While the discipline of reading Scripture was good for my heart, I fell into a pattern of obsessive obligation, not reading about my Lord because I loved Him.


The very same year, I’d skipped the grade before and told myself I’d be done with high school at sixteen and college at eighteen. I was pursuing my depiction of success at the expense of my sanity, and ended up dropping a class and a half because they were eating away at my soul and I was finding myself in a puddle of tears at midnight at least once a week.


I pursued being good. I pursued being smart. I pursued having everything all together, being everything to everyone, being right and sweet and a slave to perfectionism.


In eleventh grade, my world was rocked and I didn’t know who I was anymore. I was not seen or known, and I did not know if I was loved. I was afraid to embrace all of who I was. And it was then, I think, that I really let myself hang onto grace, because it was all I had left.




I read 1 Corinthians 12:9 over and over, internalizing what this verse meant for me, for my faith, for my life.


But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”


I had quoted this verse for years. I had written it on index cards. I remember walking upstairs to my room one day years ago, this verse echoing in my head, and thinking, “But what does that even mean?”


I had lived so long with the idea that grace was not for me. Sure, it covered my salvation, but in return, I had to live the identity of the good girl in return.


But when I finally realized how imperfect I was, I reached for grace. When I realized how weak I was, I reached for grace. And I found it.


But I wasn’t prepared for the creeping lies of perfectionism and depression to visit me again.


Here’s what I’m learning in the midst of the mess: when we listen to the lies that tell us we’re not enough or we’re too much, that we have to be everything to everyone, that we are a burden to those around us, that we are not loved and we are on our own and that the desires of our heart will not be met by God, we are not accepting the fullness of what grace offers. Because while Christ’s death on the cross and resurrection happened once two thousand years ago, grace is not limited to one historical event.


Grace says, you are not good enough on your own, but because of Christ, you are whole, you are clean, you are renewed in all the fullness of life and the Spirit of the living God lives inside of you. And therefore, you ARE good enough. (2 Corinthians 5:17; Romans 8:11)


Grace says, you are never without hope because Jesus Christ came to give us abundant life, whether in this world or in Heaven. (John 10:10)


Grace says, the perfection you long for on this earth is met in Him, and while the desire for perfection exists because we were designed in total goodness, even though this world is broken all perfection is achieved in Jesus Christ. (Hebrews 10:10)




I think we’ll always have pieces of our life we don’t like that we have to deal with, something I refer to loosely as ‘our things.’ We all have our things that hold us back, that keep us up at night, that we can let hold us captive. Maybe it’s anxiety, or despair, or perfectionism, or bitterness, or hopelessness, or fear. Whatever your thing is, the part of you that you hate bringing out into the open because vulnerability is uncomfortable and it’s easier to smile and make it look like you’ve got everything all together, the battle to overcoming begins with a complete acceptance of grace.


It’s waking up in the morning and saying, “Lord, I know You love me. Thank you for giving everything for me.”


Fill your days and your mental scripts with small prayers like mini letters to the Creator of the universe, words penned in the heart, held firmly onto even when it’s hard to see and breathe.


“On my own, I’m not enough. But You make me enough, God, so thank You.”


“I am wearied by life, Jesus, so thank You for bearing my burdens.”


“Life feels so hard right now, but I thank You that You have overcome the world and I’m never hopeless in You.”


“Thank You that You see me as clean and new and right in Your sight. It’s hard to feel, but I know it’s true, so help me believe it, my God.”


“Faithful You have been, and faithful You will be. Help me hold onto this truth, Lord, that You’ve never forsaken me, and You never will. Thank You.”


I am convinced that the acceptance of grace is wild and messy and filled with thousands of thank-you-Lord prayers over and over, even when God’s presence is hard to feel in the moments of grief and uncertainty and exhaustion. It is reading Scripture when we do not feel like it, because the Lord is so, so good, regardless of our emotions. It is staying rooted in the Word of God so our minds are renewed in the reality of His goodness and faithfulness.




Right now, I’d like to wrap this up in a neat little bow and say I’ve got it all figured out now, but I don’t. I’d like to say it’s as simple as praying for five minutes and reading a chapter of the Bible each day, but if it were, none of us would still be struggling.


But here’s what I do know:


God has not abandoned you, nor forsaken you. (Deuteronomy 31:6)

God looks at your soul and feels only love towards you. (Ephesians 2:4-7)

When you wonder if you’re enough, you are, because in Jesus, all his holiness and goodness has been credited to your account. (2 Corinthians 5:21)

You have permission to fully live out the uniqueness of the person God created YOU, individually and specifically, to be. (Psalm 139:13-16)

There is nothing you can do to earn grace – it is not a loan that needs paying back, but a free, underserved gift that’s completely, totally yours for the taking. (Titus 3:4-7)


And know this – unpopular and heretical as it may sound, hear this out – if you did absolutely nothing to change your life after meeting Jesus, if you only believed on His name for salvation and nothing else – you are still just as saved as if you had lived a life of ceaseless devotion. The love of Jesus is not conditional, nor do we have to pay for some maintenance plan to ‘keep grace.’ (Ephesians 2:8-9)


If grace is dependent on us, it is not grace. If unconditional love is based on our works, it is not unconditional. If the love of God is earned, it is not a gift, but a business transaction.


I want to invite you into a space of vulnerability here – to open the platform for us all to say, We don’t have it all figured out, but we’re resting in the God Who does.”


If you’ve ever been caught up in the game of pursuit, of going after that next thing either because you think it’ll make you content or just that you have to in order to be enough, I want to invite you into what I’m walking through. I want to invite you into a life of resting in Jesus, above all else, because He has already pursued you and all you have to do is reach out your hand and say, “I accept your grace and I want to dance in the joy of what You’ve done for me.”


Let’s dance in joy over this lovely, wild, messy grace we are invited to partake in. We were called to live in freedom – so let’s live free, full of thank-yous and rooted in the truth of the gospel of grace.


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25 Replies to “Unfiltered: because the world needs more vulnerability.”

  1. “I have always lived in pursuit of something.”

    same, girl, same. you and I have always been on this restless journey of pursuing–achievement, success, perfection, stuff–despite the fact that we know deep within us we will never measure up.

    it’s so hard to remember, isn’t it? sometimes I really wish this life was as simple as one decision. and in one aspect, it is. he died once and for all, and at one moment we made the choice to accept that gift. but the daily life afterward requires daily, moment-by-moment choices of how we are going to live. it’s a relationship, after all. relationships are messy. especially when a Holy One and an imperfect mess are the ones in the relationship.

    our solution, is, after all, to p u r s u e GOD. not our own achievement or goodness. to cease our striving for satisfaction and find our sustenance in him.

    and we get a whole lifetime to figure that out. I like wording it like that, though it’s a little counterintuitive. we GET a lifetime to learn how to get to know God. it’s the ultimate pursuit, and there will always be more to know of him. (have you ever read The Pursuit of God? I think you’d like it.)

    love and hugs. ❤


    1. I love this comment so much. ❤️❤️❤️ This journey we’re on, of knowing and pursuing God through Jesus, it’s beautiful. I hate the word striving because it makes it as if the work of Jesus isn’t done and it IS. And that makes this life an adventure, and gives us the opportunity to rest in Him and what He’s done. Thank you for this. ❤️

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  2. Thank you, so very much for this. This is something I struggle with and God is teaching me. I wish I had to words to explain how this touched me, but honestly, I don’t. Simply, it is good. Thank you.


  3. It’s a constant struggle; trying to appear as though you have everything figured out, but knowing inside that you don’t. Honestly though, I’m glad I haven’t gotten it all figured out, because then I wouldn’t be able to rely on God as much as I should.
    ❤ thank you dear friend ❤


  4. Chasing pursuits. Wow. Never heard it put quite like that but when I read your blog I thought of myself. I know what helped me yesterday get back on track… consistent accountability with dear friends. Friends who also walk with the Lord and who know me very well because of years of consistent contact. We typically meet weekly via Skype. So even though right now I’m living in South Korea and one is back in VA and the other in CO- we faithfully meet to share and encourage one another before digging into our Bible study. … I found your blog from reading something from Unbound … thanks for being so driven to write and follow God’s passion for communicating and encouraging! Sincerely, Sejana


  5. Here’s your problem: you say you’re never enough without Jesus? Let’s look at this for just a second. In saying it like that, you are saying, who you innately are and who you were created to be from the beginning was ALWAYS less than Jesus. Do you really believe Jesus—an all loving being—would teach that? That’s the supreme definition of arrogance and narcissism. And, I believe it’s the root cause of all your suffering—this belief. Why not try this belief—Jesus realized his divinity and potential on earth. He realized the truth about God and unconditional love and all its glory and power and made it his mission to teach the all of this love. What is this love? This is the reason for which we have all been sent. It is our job to discover this love and learn to flow with this love for only once we do can we “see God.” My dear friend, you are a miracle. You are perfect and lovable as you truly are. You need only see it and believe it and awaken to the truth. All my love. ❤️


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