Chronically Adultish

Tag: God

  • What I Left Behind to Follow Jesus – And Why It Was Worth It

    When I chose to follow Christ, I didn’t just change habits — I left behind an entire way of living. From the outside, it may have looked like I walked away from a fun, carefree life full of parties and freedom. But what I truly left behind was misery, anxiety, and a deep sense of emptiness.

    I had grown used to living however I wanted, whenever I wanted. I searched everywhere for love and validation, giving myself away in hopes that something — or someone — would finally fill the ache inside me. Yet even in that brokenness, God loved me. He loved me long before I acknowledged Him.

    “But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” — Romans 5:8

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  • Why Is It So Hard to Hold on to the Truth

    I was watching The Chosen the other night—one of those quiet scenes that sneaks up on you.

    The disciples were arguing, caught up in themselves, when Jesus walked in. He was exhausted. Worn down. His body clearly carrying the weight of a long day spent healing others. His mother rushed to him, urging him to rest. As he prayed and drifted into sleep, the arguing stopped.

    Everything went quiet.

    In that moment, the disciples saw what really mattered—and what didn’t. Truth had been standing right in front of them the whole time.

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  • Learning to Keep Life Simple

    This past week has been difficult. I’ve been struggling with some new health issues — as if I didn’t already have enough going on. Whenever something new jumps into my world, I tend to get overwhelmed by everything else. It’s like the new thing takes all my attention, and everything else starts to feel like just one more problem piled on top.

    I wonder if anyone else does this. Is it an ADHD thing, or just a me thing?

    After feeling sick for days, I finally went to the ER. They ran a bunch of tests, gave me some strong medicine, and then told me my liver counts were high. I was shocked. I don’t drink, I eat carefully, I try to take care of myself — so what in the world was causing this?

    At first, it felt really discouraging. I caught myself thinking, “Oh great… here we go again… woe is me.”

    But after the initial wave of self-pity, something inside me softened. I began to sense that maybe this was God’s reminder to me — a nudge to slow down and keep my life simple.

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