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After The Songs Over

October 28, 2018

HELLO YOU! My name is Reneé Douglas! Excessive coffee drinker here from Little Rock, Arkansas! I probably didn’t brush my hair today, and I’ve spent too much time on Pinterest, but hey, relatable, right? So honored and excited to share a little bit that’s been on my heart with you guys!!

But Y’all. 2018 is almost over. It’s mind-boggling to think how fast time is going by. As I get older, the decisions I make become more important and harder to make. Been there before? Or maybe that’s where you’re at? Well, I’ve realized there’s a famous question going around that everybody and their momma has to ask me… “what’s your college plans look like?” Or “what’s next Reneé?” & 9 out of 10 times, I don’t have a solid answer for them. But guess what. That’s okay. I’ve had to convince and tell myself, that it is okay if I don’t have it all planned out, in fact, there’s just something about the season of stillness that is so monumental. A season of stillness is what I want to touch on.

It feels like God is standing up in heaven holding a boombox. One of those big vintage ones, propped on his shoulder. And he’s blasting Taylor Swift (to get my attention (carnal, I know haha). He knows I’ll sing every word. And then in the silence when the song ends, like a loud promise, He tells me to remain. To remain who and how I am in a world that wishes so desperately I wouldn’t. That this is enough. That’s a hard cookie to swallow am I right?

Could there ever be a more bold promise? I’m convinced there couldn’t be.

I, myself, am strange. But so are you dude. But even though we are loud, we are brilliant. And we are broken beyond articulation. When God created mankind, He created us, trained us how to move, how to go & how to do so naturally we think we are doing something wrong when we aren’t moving, when we aren’t racking up enough footage for our Instagram page. I’m guilty as charged. We become humiliated. Maybe because we don’t feel like we have enough small talk material to fill a conversation, maybe because we don’t feel interesting enough, ambitious enough. We talk to each other in bullet point victories, we skip right to the big moments while barely scratching the surface of everything that HAD to happen for us to get there. Paul says not to boast in our victories but in our weaknesses. Because this is what’s gonna set you apart from the person sitting next to you.

We’re always looking for the loopholes to becoming something more, to reaching somewhere new. But what if we just listened to the bold promise that where we are is enough. What if we had one moment of insane bravery and we remained who we are. Right now. Because the person you want to be isn’t going to become that person by skipping over the person you are right now.

God is a brilliant poet. In each season, He writes the lines of our lives so artfully, so abstractly, that we cannot know the meaning until the season comes to a close. We can’t interpret his rhymes until we’ve learned to listen to our own. He takes things away and leaves us with nothing but what we are right in that very moment to grab onto.

Then He turns up the boombox volume to the max and hopes we’ll still be dancing when the song ends. I hope you will be.


ABOUT THE WRITER: Reneé Douglas

Reneé Douglas is a “woman of faith” from the great state of ARKANSAS. She is currently finishing up her Senior year in high school. She loves all things photos, capturing moments, Jesus, and of course is obsessed with coffee. She loves to travel and has been on an AYC trip! Just check out her instagram to see the moste beautiful pictures! If you ever get a chance to meet Renee you’ll feel so bright because she has the sweetest spirit. She loves others and always looks so CUTE!!!!

Go follow the BEAUTIFUL Reneé on Instagram @reneedouglas_

Thank you, Reneé, for taking the time to share your heart with 1998miss.com’s women of faith!

 

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