Acceptance has always been difficult for me. I always want things to go a certain way and when they don’t, it makes me upset and I tend to shy away and hide from the issue instead of accepting that it didn’t go the way I planned.
I’ve had to accept a lot lately.
Like accept that I’m just not cut out for a regular college experience.
Accept that I don’t learn like everyone else.
Accept that my people skills are horrific.
Accept that God is calling me into something that makes me a little uncomfortable sometimes.
Accept that God has taken Isaac out of my life for a reason and I need to stop wishing He hadn’t.
Accept that I need a man who will love God unconditionally and not me.
Accept that loving feelings just don’t go away overnight.
Accept that I am not who I thought I was and that’s okay.
Accept that relationships end and friendships break apart and that’s a normal part of life.
Accept that God needs to work through me, and that I can’t do life on my own.
Accept that it’s okay to take a break from things.
Accept that alone time is key to being the best you.
Accept that splurging yourself is okay.
Accept that eating that extra cookie won’t kill you.
Accept that working out too much isn’t good for you.
Accept that every day can be one baby step at a time.
Accept that God is in control and I am not, so I have to hand over the reins to have the best life I can live.
Accept that I have a disability and that’s okay.
Accept that God can use my disability to please Him and to lead others like me to Him.
Accept that popularity isn’t important.
Accept that I don’t have to be famous to be liked.
Accept that gossip and slander are horrible things.
Accept that I need to reevaluate my life.
Accept that I. Need. God.
And nothing else, no boy, no famous person, no food, no perfect body, no inanimate object can ever give me what He can give me.
And that’s pure, unconditional love and an eternity spent with Him.
That is something I can absolutely accept.