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“Adulting” – Like Folding a Fitted Sheet

Recently, read this quote: “Adulting is like the equivalent of folding a fitted sheet”. It made me laugh and then want to raise my hands up and shout “amen”. I couldn’t have made a better analogy. Right now my life feels a lot like this!

Have you ever tried to fold a stupid fitted sheet (especially alone)? I have watched all those YouTube videos where they show you how to “cleverly” fold things. Yet, when I try, mine turns out looking like some messed up rectangle. It normally ends up with me shoving the sheet as is into the cupboard out of absolute frustration.

There are no neat corners in my life at the moment. Over the course of this year, everything I have ever believed has been shaken, turned upside down and inside out. I have been left with this “crumpled up” version of my life – and for those who know me, planning and order is more my style. So, I have found myself trying to fit my life back into this neat box again. Out of frustration, I have just shoved much of what I have thought, felt and experienced into a “box” and tried to hide it to the deepest part of my heart and mind.

Recently I opened my linen cupboard and a fitted sheet, along with several other items, fell out. It lay all crumpled on the floor. I pretty much cried at the thought of having to deal with the mess on the floor. I slowly picked up each item and thought I might as well fold them right so this doesn’t happen again. After many attempts, I finally folded that dreaded fitted sheet. A few days later, I lay in bed, not having been able to get up in the morning. As I lay there, I realized that what I was experiencing physically was due to the crumpled and hidden feelings I had tried to hide. My emotions, much like that fitted sheet, were spilling out.

I so badly wanted to shove what I felt back to where it was hidden. I knew that if they started to spill out, I’d have to deal with them. I am no where near having dealt with all that I am feeling. But like the many attempts to fold the fitted sheet took time, so will dealing with the past year of thoughts, feelings and experiences.

Everyone I know in my immediate family has been through trials, some that are still a bit too fresh for me to be able to write about. We have been though some life or death moments. I’ve sat for 6 hours at the door of an operating theatre with my mom, waiting to hear my dad is alive. My in laws and I have waited in an ICU to hear that Jeremy’s sats are back up. At one point I thought in a space of two weeks that I’d lose the men I love most in my life, my dad and husband.

So what is my way out? Well, I don’t know. I have heard so many comments, and sometimes all I am able to offer is a generic answer. I have tried to stay away from the well meaning “How are you?’ or ” How is so-and-so?”. Church has been my biggest struggle. I have spent many Sundays just crying in worship. I have felt guilty for “not believing” or not wanting to be in church. I am not angry. I am disappointed.

Slowly I have been laying my heart out before God. Slowly I have been getting back into a good routine and made a conscious effort to be present in each moment. I choose to deal with the emotions that crop of in the moments. The ones that overwhelm me, I have a great support in my husband and a close friend of two who encourage me. I used to thing that my time in God’s presence need to have a protocol and routine. I have found over the last four months, that I have these beautiful moments with Him at the most unexpected times. Here is what I have learned about my relationship with Jesus:

  1. God isn’t afraid of me asking the hard questions. He doesn’t reject me because I put it all out there before Him.
  2. God’s presence is not a place for me to bypass my emotions. It’s there in His presence where I am able to process them.
  3. God is patient. God is loving. God is faithful. God is kind & gentle.
  4. God doesn’t put the broken pieces back together and then leave the cracks to show. He restores back to the original. He doesn’t do make-shift repairs. All I have to do is give Him all those broken pieces.
  5. Time doesn’t heal, but God does work in me over time. He is gently restoring my heart, my trust and belief.
  6. God makes a way, but I must choose to walk through that door. I must take that opportunity when God brings someone into my life to minister to me. This doesn’t mean that I just let every well meaning person speak to me. It does mean that I need to hear God on the people He brings across my path.

I don’t know if life is supposed to be like a neatly folded sheet. I am learning that God loves me, even at my weakest and most imperfect moments. I guess I should learn to work with myself instead of trying to get it all perfectly lined up.

The biggest life lesson I have learned over this year is that experiences make up life. My choice to stay stuck in the moment or move on is all up to me. I don’t have to do it alone though. I need to take a risk every now and then. I need to surround myself with a good support system and not shove everything in a box in the back of my heart and mind. We all need that person who loves us enough to tell us to get up off the floor and then takes our hand helping us up.

I guess that saying is true then!

Sometimes life doesn’t add up and that’s okay.

Be Bold! Be True! And as my siblings would say…”Follow your line…”

From my heart,

Taryn

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Changed in a Moment

These lyrics from the song, ‘New Wine’ by Hillsong have become my anthem:
In the crushing, in the pressing
You are making new wine
In the soil, I now surrender
You are breaking new ground
So I yield to You and to Your careful hand
When I trust You I don’t need to understand
Make me Your vessel, make me an offering
Make me whatever You want me to be
I came here with nothing but all You have given me
Jesus, bring new wine out of me

It never occurred to me the first time I sang this song, that I was about to enter into a crushing and pressing time. I was going to go head on with some of my greatest fears – through a period where understanding was not on the options. At some points I felt that fear was the better option. At least when I “feared” I knew what I was feeling but when I trusted, I felt like I was blindfolded.

My heart felt like it was literally crushed, as for a third time in the space of two weeks, Jeremy and I faced more bad news. My chest hurt, so did my cheeks as hot tears streamed down them. There was no easy way to tell my husband…we were losing the one thing we had been praying and hoping for – a baby. Today I would have been 17 weeks pregnant. Even now, those words sting.

The last few months have been a trying time as we have both experienced the most intense season of learning that no amount of questions will cause us to gain answers or understanding. It has been a soul-altering experience. While the body is repaired and whole, allowing my mind and emotions to heal is another journey.

Fear gripped me so hard just after the miscarriage. Questions came up:

“Will I ever fall pregnant again and what if I never do?”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Why me? Why us?”

“Will the hole I feel from the piece of me that is gone, ever be filled?”

Somebody made a remark to me which just set me off, “Oh, but you can have another baby.” I was like, HOLD UP! I don’t want another baby. I want the one I lost!

About a month after the miscarriage, I sat in church and we sang this song. At first, I refused to open my mouth. How could I sing that I would yield to His careful hand and trust Him, without needing natural understanding? I felt betrayed and angry. As the song carried on, I sobbed. There was no sound coming from my mouth, just tears that ran until the collar of my top was damp.

I wanted to run far away from people, from anyone who would ask,”So when are the kids coming?” I wanted to hide away from worship. It hurt to be transparent with Jesus. I had so much desperation, depression, anxiety and anger in my heart – that I did not want to willingly put it out there before Him. I definitely was not going to be vulnerable. I felt like I would be a failure to put all my “ugly” before Him. As much as I wanted to run from people, I also want to be around people, but not necessarily have them huddle around me. I felt lonely as I dealt with this hole in my soul.

As I got into the presence of Jesus one morning, I poured out my soul before Him. I took my ugly and laid it out in the open. I suppose I expected some miracle-moment of deep revelation. Instead, I got stillness – and nothing else. I asked Jesus why He wasn’t saying anything, His response:

You need my healing presence, not my passionate presence.”

This lesson will stick with me! When people are in deep pain – leave the passion at the door. They don’t need your teaching, explanations, advice, encouragement or even Scripture. The best thing you can do is show up and shut up. Just be WITH them. Real comfort is often displayed through the healing ministry of ‘presence’ – a knowing that they are not alone.

So this journey of surrender and trust – is one that I can only take a moment at a time, day by day. I am learning that there are no easy words for these moments, but there is His endless grace. It is as I fully surrender myself to His perfect grace that I find it is a gentle reminder of His love for me. Through this love, I experience a healing…as if it attracts all the fragments of my broken heart. It is through His careful hand that He has begun mending my soul. I am slowly daring myself to believe and dream again – to trust again.

If you are facing a moment, a season, or a circumstance that has left you feeling shattered – it’s okay to not be okay. When you are ready, reach out to someone and let them walk this path with you. You are not alone.

I look forward to sharing more with you as my husband & I walk through this season.

“There would never be rainbows without the rain”.

From my heart to yours

Truly Tazz

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Full Hearts {Empty Arms}

I admire every mom and dad out there. You deserve to be celebrated. You are AMAZING…raising kids is no joke. It is the most selfless season and despite how you feel, you’re probably doing an amazing job.

But celebrating is hard for us. Many people innocently say “Happy Nearly Mother’s/Father’s Day” to us – and for us it just plain sucks to hear those words. For us another year has passed and while our hearts are filled with all the love in the world to give, our arms are empty.

This season is the hardest we have ever walked through. The intensity of the emotions and thoughts that flood us in this season are unbearable some days. Other days it is easy to put on a brave face.

I have sat in hospitals encouraging friends to breathe through contractions. I have had the privilege of bathing babies for the first time. I have celebrated with every friend who is pregnant. I have filled my house with all things lemon to help them combat “all-day-morning” sickness. I have smiled and cuddled every baby. But I have also handed them back to their parents. All I am left with is a heart filled with memories of moments with someone else’s kids’ cuteness – but my arms and home are empty.

It’s a season of many questions and few answers. It is a season of “in between”. It is a season when we feel like there is nothing but silence. Not all is doom and gloom. Jeremy & I have both encountered a peace. We are learning a new level of faith and trusting in God’s timing and faithfulness.

But I need to remind people that your innocent jokes and questions/comments can be damaging and hurtful to those who are in our position. There isn’t a need for you to know a couple’s details…you don’t have a right to pry into one of the most intensely private and delicate parts of people. Pretending to be pregnant isn’t a joke. Comments on a woman’s weight gain are hurtful. A little bit of sensitivity will go a long way.

We all need to learn a little kindness in this. Your curiosity or need to say something isn’t more important than a person and what they are going through. The truth is, we want to celebrate with you…we want to be there. We just don’t want our struggles to be brought up just to appease curiosity.

There are more people than you know of that have lost/miscarried a child. There are more people than you know of that are struggling to conceive or to carry a pregnancy full term. There are more people than you know of that won’t be able to have biological children.

Jeremy and I are on our journey – the point is it is OUR journey not EVERYONE’S journey. Many other people are in the same situation. Respect those who are on this journey and in this season. They need support and most times silence – just be there. The questions and comments aren’t important in this season.

We are filled with hope that God will bring His promise to us to pass. Until that time, we will celebrate with those who have the most precious gifts – children.

For all those couples who are in this season – you are not alone. Whatever path you’re on, there is hope. The outcome might not come in the way you imagined, but if you’re able to have hope and faith – there will be a day when your arms will no longer be empty and your hearts will be overflowing with love.

I used to feel guilty for not being able to be at a baby shower or show up at a Mother’s Day celebration. It’s okay to struggling. It’s okay to question. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to laugh. It’s okay to be okay. It’s okay to not be okay. It is okay to work through the ups and downs. It’s okay…because it is your journey.

For now we are the world’s best Aunty Tazz and Uncle Jerry to many kids. We will impact them…love on them and spoil them just because we can. One day we will get to do the same with our kiddos.

Don’t give up hope💗

Be Brave. Be Bold. Be You.

From my heart to yours

Taryn

💗💗💗

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A Letter to My Single Self

Dear Taryn

It’s me a.k.a. –  you. I wanted to write to you because I feel like you freak out (quietly) and you just need to chill. You WILL get married (I’m writing this from your future) –  after dating for what feels like an eternity. But don’t worry, it will be worth all the days apart from your special guy. It will be worth the long, lonely nights and extremely high cellphone bills.

I want to address a few things I think you need to hear…so listen carefully:

  • You haven’t had a gazillion boyfriends (in fact you haven’t really dated) and that is OKAY! It does not mean that there is something wrong with you, with your standards and your ultimate dream of keeping your heart intact for the man you’re going to marry. Your lack of dating experience doesn’t make you weird or less worthy of waiting for the right person. It doesn’t worry your future husband and in fact it is one of the things that really caught his eye about you. He loves that you will never compare him to anyone else. Waiting did NOT take away from your relationship, in fact it helps you in the long run be able to love your husband so deeply without reserve or fear based on a previous negative experience.
  • You really need to chill, you’re only 20. Why you would question if your standards are too high is beyond me. I cannot emphasise this enough, when you get married it will be FOREVER. So enjoy life until that day. You do end up learning so much about yourself and sometimes people think you’re small minded when in fact you’re just REALLY SURE of what you do/don’t want and like. Don’t change that for anyone. Spoiler alert: you meet this guy a.k.a. future husband, later this year. It takes like 7 years until you get to walk down the aisle – but this long journey makes your relationship unique and strong.
  • STOP referring to yourself as too fat or too thin or whatever stupid thing someone drills into your head. Their perception of what you should or shouldn’t look like is not YOUR concern. You miss out on a few things if you let this consume you. You’ll regret not living it up and loving life to the fullest if you let what others say determine your worth. You definitely struggle with this but when you find freedom from what people say, it’s going to be amazing. You will face those who label you rebellious and stubborn because you discover the beauty of making decisions on your own that make you happy – let it go. They don’t stay upset with you for long.
  • Those people that hurt you – and said you were not worth loving, they move on and so should you. Don’t hold on to those bad memories and emotions. Your future hubby definitely loves you through this area and helps you move on. So he’s definitely a keeper.
  • You are COMPLETE and WHOLE on your own. Learn it. Do it. Be it. You will never find completeness/wholeness/fulfilment in another person. These things all come when YOU discover your potential and worth. They come when you love yourself enough to know both your strengths and weaknesses. Your husband is not your “missing piece” and neither are you his. You are both the perfect complement to each others’ lives. You will lead each other forward, lift each other up and your individual strengths is exactly what breathes life, love and strength into your marriage.
  • You are not alone and lonely. Don’t confuse them – they are two different things. You might feel lonely but you are never alone. Sometimes you’ll be alone but not lonely. Learn to know the difference and what to do in each season.
  • Around the time you turn 26, you really become yourself. This creates some tensions with people. They will offer you unsolicited advice – smile, nod and wave. Some of the advice put in file 13 (the trash) and the other stuff store it until you can draw from it. Whatever you do, DO NOT compromise. BE confident, bold and beautiful in your own way. You are worthy of extraordinary love, because I know you have plenty to give.
  • You learn to enjoy your life. You build an amazing 10 year career in teaching. You have few friends, but those who are in your life are real. You get to go on missionary trips, upper Africa really catches your heart. You do amazing things while waiting for things to fall into place with your relationship.
  • Don’t give up on the tough days. You really do enjoy dancing it out in your flat on your bed when it gets tough. Just be careful of the fan…you repeatedly hit the fan with your hands.
  • You live alone from when you are 18 and this is probably the best thing that happens to you…even though you’re on the same property as your family. You learn to find the quiet and you learn to love the silence. It is important that you do this as you will need to use this skill when things get tough, especially the first 2.5 years of marriage.
  • Lastly, you make an AMAZING wife. You love your husband fully and without reserve. You pull out the best in him. You won’t always like him but you will always love him. Remember that you still matter as an individual when you get married. It might feel like you lose yourself. You soon find a stronger, wiser and more amazing version of yourself.

You are brave. You are strong. You are beautiful.

Now go live your dream life…because it does happen for you.

Love

Future (FINALLY married) Taryn

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The Beauty in Brokenness

While browsing through Facebook the other day, I came across this ad for an app. According to the ad, this app can transform you from “defective” to “flawless” in a simple press of the button (not to mention the monthly app fee of $9.99). It can “give” you abs, tone up those flabby areas and even change your hairline. What caught my eye were the comments beneath the app’s ad. People were loving how they could go from “broken” to “beautiful” in a matter of minutes. One person commented that they’d rather be beautifully fake than flawed and real. There was another person who wrote that maybe people would accept them if they were less broken & bruised – maybe they would be more worthy and deserving of love.

There is no reset button in life where you can erase the past. There is no redo or extra life – like in the digital world in which many people try live. There is no app that can change the bruised and broken areas of your heart.

In the real world we live in, broken and bruised is not seen as beautiful. It is seen as flawed. Flawed is seen as a defective, which means the worth of the object has been greatly depreciated.

In my life, I have broken, bruised and ‘less-than-perfect’ areas – both on a physical and soul level.

Example: All that chocolate I ate as a teen and young adult has come back to get me. I have grey hairs appearing at an alarming rate (or maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t dyed my hair in ages). I have areas where I am insecure. I have to face the fears, anxiety, anger and disappointments. There are areas where I have been offended and harboured unforgiveness. But does this make me less beautiful? Does this make me less desirable or lovable?

The world we live in has created this perception of perfection which is unattainable. It has influenced the true definition of beauty. True beauty is not a celebration of the absence of flaws and imperfections.

In Japan, when an object is broken, it is not tossed aside. Many broken objects are repaired with gold. The gold shows where the brokenness and cracked areas once were. The “flaw” is no longer seen as defective, instead it is appreciated as unique. The gold highlights the uniqueness of the object’s history which adds worth to its beauty. The gold represents a story of strength and resilience.

I have accepted that I, in my human form, am flawed. I have bruised and broken areas. But there is a beauty that has come from being imperfect. My imperfections have allowed me to relate to God in a way that is refreshing – I have come to discover a healer, a mender and a loving God in great depth. He calls me beautiful, loved and worthy. He doesn’t see me as broken. There is something so beautiful in knowing I am loved as I am and not for what I could/should be.

As I have given Him the pieces of my brokenness – He has transformed those areas into beautiful works of glory – like the objects that are restored with the gold. I see myself “shining” more…just like the light that would bounce off the gold-filled cracks in the mended objects.

Next time you see your flaws as ugly, look into a mirror. You might have picked up some bruises along the way, but you have made or are making it through. There is beauty in your brokenness. There is beauty in your resilience and strength. You are worthy of love…from yourself and others. Tend to the places that need your attention in your life but never try hide yourself under a label of being unworthy because you feel broken and bruised.

You are beautiful and worthy as you are! Keep being bold, brave & beautiful.

From my heart to yours

Truly Tazz

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What Has Lemonade Got To Do With It

It’s been a while! But I’m back…so Happy New Year to you all. May it be the year that you CHOSE to see all that you go through and experience as a learning experience, a winning moment BUT never as a loss.

So a quick update: 2017 – It was the year that life threw lemons at me…COLOSSAL lemons. Most people say, “When life throws you lemons, make lemonade”. Well I did NOT make lemonade. It was like I had lost the recipe to make the lemonade! In fact it was more like these lemons were too heavy and massive for me to even attempt to pick up. I tried and tried and tried and kept trying to be okay and stay positive. There was just a point that I gave up. Literally. I got lost in the mess of it all. I sank and wasn’t really bothered about fighting to stay afloat.

One day I was talking to my mentor (Truthfully I was crying my heart, eyes and all the water in my body out) and she simply said, “Stop. Wipe your tears. Get off your floor and go put on some make up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. The circumstance is bad. It does hurt BUT you decide whether to use this as a crutch or as a catapult”. Talk about a reality check and perspective overhauling moment.

2017 was just rough. But the TRUTH is, I made it and if you went through hell and back like I did and you’re still standing (sitting or even crawling), good news is YOU MADE IT, too! So congratulations on making it through 2017 – The Year of Lessons! I hope you choose to not carry over the frustrations, hurt, disappointments, challenges or crutches from last year. I hope you choose to let the lessons of 2017 be the catapult in your life. I hope you choose to let the negative go – letting the lessons and the positive moments push you to be a better you. A better you now knows better and because you know better you can do better!

I don’t do New Year’s resolutions. I do set goals though. I have learned over the years to make sure my goals are practical and applicable to where I am and what I am aiming for in this season of my life. Disappointment and discouragement come when we set ourselves up for it and want to “keep up with appearances”. When goal setting – it is important to be realistic. So here are a few of mine for the year:

  • Get physically healthy: I have committed to an “all out” 50min of exercise two to three times a week. (I even park and walk a little further when at the Mall). I make sure I have a water bottle with me and actually drink the water. 1L is what I am aiming for at the moment and will increase it as I go along.
  • We have changed the way we eat at home – that is a whole blog on its own.
  • Making a conscious effort to invest in my marriage. For those who are married, we all know how easy it is to “disconnect”. If my hubby is up for it, maybe we will do a blog together to share some of the things we are doing. (I’m sure you’d all like to hear from him.)
  • Read a few books that I have chosen. These include:
  1. A novel – for the fun of it
  2. A book that pushes me to grow spiritually
  3. A book that will help me in relationships & people skills
  4. A book that is in line with my passion
  5. A book that will challenge my thinking – still haven’t found this one yet. So if you have a suggestion, feel free to leave a comment.
  • Do something out of my comfort zone. In December I decided to go zip lining through Tsitsikamma. It was a great experience, especially since I have a fear of heights. This experience was so positive that I decided I would tackle something different this year: an advanced driving course. I was in an accident last year and since then I have found myself being quite nervous and over cautious when driving. Hopefully I can film some of the course and share it with you.
  • Go after a passion/dream that I was too afraid to pursue or had given up on: so I am going to explore the book writing scene and want to get my own website up and on the go.

These are just a few. It is so important to invest in yourself. It is important to challenge yourself to be better, know better, speak and see better. Who and what you become while achieving your goals is more important that what you get while achieving them.

Remember perspective in life is pretty much everything. Your perspective can be/become a prison of doubt, fear, despair, discouragement and disappointment :

  • You can choose to be stressed, always taking things personally, picking up the issues, always seeing a situation as a problem and quite frankly being a drain.

Or you can choose to let your perspective be/become your passport to joy, peace, greatness and success:

  • You can choose to forgive, to be a solution or find solutions, to let issues go that are baggage, to be at peace in your mind/emotions, to inspire and to grow yourself and others.

I choose to believe that one of God’s greatest gifts to me is the joy of trying again – for failure never to be final and the end. 2017 was NOT my ending. I choose for it to be the biggest launching pad in my life. I am grateful for each new day. A fresh start! Remember it might be a new year but it is still filled with new days which each have 24 hours.

Be bold. Be Brave. Be unashamedly YOU!

From my heart to yours

Truly Tazz

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Heart Made Whole

This weekend I had a “He restores my soul” encounter. The Father’s heart towards me is one of an unashamed, unreserved and unrestrained love. What I experienced this weekend was the very thing I’ve been longing for (and in some moments I complained about it #transparency).

I have been feeling so insecure, so weary in so many areas of my life. I’ve been holding onto a particular area where I was hurt and was slowly building a wall around my wounded heart. Instead of dealing with the hurt – I’ve just been covering it up. As much as I know that letting things go is sometimes the best thing to do – it’s not always the easiest. I was keeping the hurt alive by not dealing with it and letting it go and trusting God to heal my heart.

I’m one of those people who want all questions answered but I will also settle for the person owning the mistake. It really takes a lot to push me to that final straw. But I’ve been feeling like I’ve been in that place of “hanging on by a thread” for months now. Feeling this way has just been sapping me of my joy and strength. It was consuming my thoughts day and night. I was even feeling like I’m this horrible person for feeling this way and felt like God wasn’t hearing my hearts cry. I was probably not listening to Him because I was so caught up in my pity party. 

I took a chance this weekend but my actions were intentional. I went to let Him restore my soul. I went to a place where no one knew me. I went to lay it all out before God. I at first felt afraid to be transparent. But as I surrendered my heart to His love…God more than met me half way. It felt like He reached down and embraced me. Instead of feeling guilt and shame over how my heart was, I felt this relief as I lay it all out before Him. I cried. I laughed. I sang. I danced. I sat and listened to Him speaking to me as the ministry happened. I felt set up. Like the Word being ministered was just for me – and it was! 

As the worship team sang, God got my attention with the one line: Your love is proud to be seen with me. Wow! The tears ran like rivers down my cheeks. I didn’t even bother to wipe them away. I didn’t bother how I looked to others around me. I just let God take my heart and heal it. 

God isn’t embarrassed by my failure. God isn’t embarrassed by my situation. God isn’t embarrassed by my insecurities. God isn’t embarrassed by the fact that I lost it this week. God isn’t embarrassed by my hurt. God isn’t embarrassed to lavish His love on me even when I feel like I’m not worthy. God’s love is PROUD to be seen with me, to embrace my life – even the parts I feel are ugly. God loves even the ugly part of me. God loves YOU in the same way. 

I had been running away from the person whose love was my solution because I wasn’t “perfect or together” enough. The freedom I found as I was emerced in His perfect love has washed away all the fear, doubt and hurt that once bound my heart. 

Don’t be afraid to let God see and touch the parts of your heart that are hurt, scared, insecure or ugly. His love is bigger than anything you can put before Him. When you let God heal your heart – He does it to the point that it is restored. 

I know that over the next few months there will be moments where I will have to choose whether to keep my heart surrendered to His love or expose my heart once again to the hurt, fear, insecurity and other negative things. I have the choice to forgive and release. God will give me the grace and strength but it is my choice what I allow myself to think and follow.

If you are in a place where you need to let your heart be made whole, I want to encourage you to lay it all out before God. His love is stronger and bigger than what your holding on to. Let God heal your heart to the place of restoration. 

Let God’s love make your heart whole again.

Keep living with passion, courage and boldness.

From my heart to yours

Taryn❤️