Your Faith Crisis & Your Apple Cart
Your Faith Crisis. Your Apple Cart

We like our apple cart (life) to be all organized, shiny, and clean. Or maybe for you it is disorganized and dusty. Both totally okay.

We know where everything is in our apple cart. We like it. It works. It has worked for you for years. You are very used to how it is and therefore, how it "should" be.

When you have a faith crisis it is like someone comes inturns over your nice little apple cart that was sitting there minding its own business, doing its own thing, moving along nicely. Not only do they turn the cart over, they smash all the apples and kick a few around.

Got the picture?

Your brain is confused and trying to make sense of what happened. You feel a range of emotions, some off the charts and some just bewilderment, like WHF just happened to my life.

You may sit there and cry. You may get angry. Etc. I actually recommend that for a time. It is good to be in the muck of it all for a bit.

Eventually, you get to the point that you need to get this figured out.

Then, one day, you get up, look around and decide you are going to put it back together the best you can. You may leave some parts out. You may find a new color for you apple cart. You may decide you do not want an apple cart anymore and you are going to go find something completely different.

Life is messy.

Can you find beauty in the rebuild?

Can you see that this is all happening as it should, perfectly, just for you?

When we have been raised to think ONE way, not thinking that way feels very uncomfortable.

Be uncomfortable.

You can’t really avoid it.

Let it be. Let you be.

How can you manage your mind around what is happening?

What if this is exactly how it was supposed to happen [ for ] you?

If this was easy, it would not be referred to as a “crisis.” It will not always feel like a crisis. One day, you will rename it.

Why not rename it now? This is the part where you get to manage all the thoughts running through your head.

Decide on purpose that this is perfect, even the messy uncomfortable parts.

Until tomorrow,

Amy xo