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Blossoming like lilies.
Consider the lilies. They don't strive to be anything. They don't worry about their lives. Lilies just bloom.
Rooted like cedars.
Resilient and stable, cedars have deep roots. They endure. Cedars leave a legacy.
Is this you?
Are you blooming in your identity? Are you rooted in your purpose? Or are you striving and surviving?
It wasn't me.
I spent years caught in anxiety, striving to be everything to everyone, barely surviving the day-to-day, collapsing into bed only to wake up the next morning still tired, still lost, and still empty.
Yet, I continued to pour out everything I had -- even when it wasn't enough -- because I thought that was noble, expected, holy.
But, I found a better way.
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