It's ok to not be ok...but be with Jesus.

It’s ok to not be ok. 


This is a popular statement that people in our society likes to say to one another. It’s a beautiful and liberating statement considering everyone feels the pressure to look like they have everything together and that they aren’t struggling. 

It IS ok to not be ok. It is NORMAL to not be ok. Heck, I would even go so far to say that if you’re always doing ok, something is wrong. Because as followers of Christ, we shouldn’t be ok all the time. We shouldn’t have everything under control. If we were able to have everything together, we wouldn’t need Jesus (Isaiah 41:13). That is where this post is headed…..


It’s ok to not be ok ...but don’t be alone while you’re not ok. Be with Jesus. Go in the presence of the Lord when you’re not ok.

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Sophomore.

Sophomore. 

You are settled in a little bit more. You aren’t the youngest or smallest in your school anymore. But now what? 

When I was a sophomore in high school, it was a GREAT first part of the year. I got on this soccer team that traveled and was ranked pretty high. I was playing/ training 6 days a week, had so many friends, and was enjoying the school year. Then, within a month, I decided I did not want to play soccer anymore. I look back now, and I see that in the Lord’s sweetness, He took the desire to play soccer out of my heart. It was such a weird FAST shift that I don’t even know how it happened other than the Lord bringing me back to Him. After that, my identity crumbled. What I had put my identity into for so long is now gone. Who am I? What good am I anymore? What gives me value?

This is a shift in sophomore year as well, because in freshman year you are figuring out what you are good at, what you aren’t good at, new things you like, and things ending that you had done your whole life. So now, you may be stuck with nothing at all. You may be wondering who the heck you are! Your friends may have changed since freshman year of high school, as well. 

Well, I stopped playing soccer and tried finding my identity elsewhere. School and grades? No, I was never that smart or determined. Getting into my dream college? No, we didn’t have a lot of money so soccer was my only chance at that. I knew I would be going to the local junior college. Boys? Okay this might work. 

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