Today I’m going to talk about faith and authenticity. You may have noticed my blog’s tagline: Faithfully Authentic. Two words I’ve based my life on.
The thing is, you can’t really be faithful to Christ and fully authentic to yourself. Just like you can’t be truly faithful without being utterly sincere. They’re concepts that must work together, hand-in-hand.
And the world. It will fight and try to get you to compromise one or the other.
Usually this time of year, I feel super sad and guilty about Christ’s death. Even the resurrection isn’t enough to round the rough edges of shame.
A little background on yours truly: I always envisioned myself as something of a bad ass. ‘Bout that life.
Real as the Streets, so to speak.
Being a stone cold bitch with deep pockets and shallow emotions was the route I was tryna go. But that wasn’t bad assery, that was cowardice.
Can’t believe it.
One year ago I was an unemployed single mother with an unhealthy dependence on sleeping pills and cheap wine. I felt like I had nothing left to live for.
So I created the Real as the Streets blog as a desperate attempt to leave some sort of legacy in the world before I ended my life.
Yet, here I am.