Too Much Jesus

Just about 2 years ago I set my feet on Texas soil for the first time. I prayed for God to open doors or close doors, but to please make it clear… He did. Over and over. Every door here opened as we sensed every door in California close.

It’s been an incredible journey.

Incredibly hard, exciting, sad, exhilarating, humbling, happy, lonely, real…

And along the way as we’ve made difficult decisions and learned to find our way in a foreign land, we’ve been judged. I know I open myself up for it by oversharing. I could’ve kept our whole story to ourselves, shut down social media, hunkered down and plugged away on our own. But I’m a relational creature. I like people. I cherish friendship. And I have shared our journey in an effort to encourage others. It’s never meant to be “Look at what I’m doing” but rather “Have hope! If God can do this in my life He will do the same for you.” He is good.

I’ve been mocked for my faith (“God told her to move to Texas”).

I’ve been questioned for my coaching busness (“Isn’t that just a pyramid scheme?”).

And I’ve been criticized for being too much…

And you know what? I’m OK with it. Sure, I have my moments where I struggle, where I’m hurt, where I want to respond in ways that probably aren’t polite. But I’ve learned that all those voices don’t define me.

At the end of the day I only have to look at myself in the mirror and I have to give an account to God.

And so today I will seek Him and I will do me. After all, that’s all I can really do anyway…