Tag: perfectionism

life, My Faith

Reflections on surrender

Obuphio

After it was over, the realization hit.  That was from God, not from me.   I have given my recovery testimony so many times and each time I was told I should write a book and applauded for my writing and story telling abilities.  I am thankful that God has in fact given those abilities to… Continue reading Reflections on surrender

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Terminal perfection

Obuphio

It’s the start of Lent, Ash Wednesday to be exact. (And Valentine’s Day. Random). There’s something about Lent that draws me to it, to be intentional about the things. It’s the reminder of how Christ suffered and died just for me. I like to do a Lent study. This year it’s from Well-Watered Women, which… Continue reading Terminal perfection

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I am not all that tough

Obuphio

Tonight as I was cleaning up the mess I made when this afternoon I decided to make soup, the sign above my cabinets caught my attention. Perhaps it’s the self-reflecting I currently find myself doing a lot. More likely it’s the fact that the elusive rodent (don’t judge me) has apparently made it fall forward… Continue reading I am not all that tough

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Hope…when it looks hopeless

Obuphio

I wrote about this on Instagram the other day but God has me in Jeremiah. Why? No idea. But I’m learning not to question…much. What I was struck most by this verse was the context it was in. People pull it out as hope that everything is going to be fine. But that does it… Continue reading Hope…when it looks hopeless

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It’s good enough

Obuphio

I know. Two blogs in one weekend. Watch out. I had coffee with a friend recently and she truth bombed me. It was just a basic question, but it exposed a piece of me that I don’t love. I denied it at first. Then after mulling it over for another day I had to be… Continue reading It’s good enough

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Terminal self-sufficiency

Obuphio

I hate weakness. I remember as a kid, my grandpa called me “sissy” one time. Thinking back, he one hundred percent meant it as “sister” in definition, but I remember being so mad at him. “I am NOT a sissy!” I yelled and then refused to talk to him for an extended period of time.… Continue reading Terminal self-sufficiency

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Fight it out

Obuphio

I’m pretty sure I’ve used this picture before. I found it in my Facebook memories. But I feel like it fits where I find myself again, fighting for faith. Don’t hear that wrong. I still have faith deep down but there are things to wrestle out. Truthfully, I think I’m still wrestling out things that… Continue reading Fight it out

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The story isn’t over ;

Obuphio

So I’ve been thinking about this post for a while. That’s probably why it’s been quiet here. That and pandemic. Hello. It’s been a lot. The world feels chaotic and unstable and all things. Whether or not I actually publish this is yet to be seen. I mean basically if you’re reading this I decided… Continue reading The story isn’t over ;