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Feeling Stuck OR Finding Passion to Express Our Voice


The passion to express our true voice or finding our voice to express our passion is a much different place to be then...feeling stuck.  

The truth is, we are never stuck.  Truly stuck.  Feeling stuck is not necessarily the truth.  In fact, many times if we change our perceptions and our perspectives then we can see the way God sees through the lens of His truth.

Feeling stuck can involve feelings of fear, panic, anger, hopelessness and/or helplessness.  Usually, we respond by gunning the engine, spinning the tires or throwing up our hands in complete despair.

When we first moved here, the transition was beyond difficult.  One day, I drove to the lake to drive along the beach not knowing the deceitful depth of the sand.  Driving, crying and praying along until suddenly, my tires sank and I was stuck.  

First, I just sat there in shock.  Really?  I am stuck?  

DUH!  I had been stuck before and am an experienced "getting out of tough situations country girl," so this should be cake.

That logic lasted for two seconds and then panic settled.  I didn't have the energy reserve for logic and reason!  So I did stupid things.  Spun the tires, punched the wheel and walked in circles around the vehicle.  

Crying makes me even more angry.  So the stuck cycle continued.

Finally, I shook myself and changed my perspective.  A knight in a "green game and parks vehicle" came by and easily drove me out of the sand.   

His perception of the situation was so different than mine and he simply drove me out.   

This situation in the sand was so similar to what I was feeling in my real life in real time that I couldn't help but get the lesson.  

I'm not stuck.  I'm in a deep spot.  However, with time, learning and experience I would drive on.   

To say my perception of my house, family, finances and faith  was different on the trip back was an understatement.  The time in the sand was good.

Being stuck and looking for ways to express our passion and voice are not always two completely opposite things.  

Sometimes being held still is the best time to find it.


 

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