My Positively Lovely Story| #fierceFriday

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It’s #fierceFriday (yay)! and HI GUYS! It’s been too long, I know. I’m just about settled here in beautiful Colorado. It’s been extremely challenging and I’ll save the details for later, but today let’s just be fierce, okay? If you have a #fierce story to share contact me! People need to read your words!

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Today I bring you Lauren. What can I say about my new young friend? She is wise, smart, caring and LOVELY. Her words bring joy and life. Although it’s hard for me to relate to her story, tears rolled down my cheeks as I read her words. I am positively lovely, as are you my friend. Read on!

You are positively Lovely

Positively Lovely

I remember the night everything fell apart like it was yesterday. I’d just come home from a long swim practice and found my dinner wrapped on the counter, ready to be microwaved. I scarfed down the steak and potatoes and headed immediately for my room, so I could work on homework. And that’s when it happened. My first anxiety attack.

I won’t bore you with all the details of what led to the attack (simply because they aren’t that relevant to this story) but I will tell you this: In a moment I went from feeling fine to feeling like my life was over.

The attack was so horrendous I couldn’t get it out of my head the next day. The scenes from that night played like a bad YouTube video on repeat in my mind. I wondered how I could let myself get so out of control, and I was afraid that if it happened once it could happen again. And that night, I had another anxiety attack.

One-by-one they kept coming. Night after night, month after month, I laid in bed powerless to the psychosomatic response that had become a daily occurrence. I’d grown up in the church and given my life to Jesus as a child, but none of that was helping, or so it seemed at the time.

I began to hate the girl I saw in the mirror staring back at me. I wanted to reach through the glass and slap her silly. I wanted to shake her and scream at her, “I hate you!” I wanted to beg her to just stop feeling the way she was feeling. But that didn’t make the attack didn’t go away.

It was a slow process, but as the months went on, I began to let the anxiety attacks define me. When I looked in the mirror I no longer saw a beautiful, captivating woman. I saw a detestable, pathetic shell of a human being who was a slave to anxiety.

When God didn’t answer my prayers of surrender and deliver me from the anxiety, I began to doubt His love for me. Even worse, I began to doubt my value. Maybe I’m not worth saving, I thought to myself. It was a total lie from the enemy, but in my weakened state I let it take root in my soul.

Eventually the attacks dwindled. But my beaten identity lingered.

It wasn’t until a few years later, when God brought a counselor into my life, that I began to understand who I was as a daughter of God.

The more we talked through the lies and labels I’d given myself, the more I began to see that I wasn’t positively horrible — I was Positively Lovely!

I’d been a “Christian” my whole life, but in this moment it’s like I was seeing myself for the first time — seeing myself as my Father saw me, instead of the bruised and beaten up version I was holding on to in my mind. By His grace and with His guiding hand, I began to work on exchanging the lies for truth by claiming His word over my life.

Every day I reminded myself that no matter what I face:

I am a daughter of the One True God. (John 1:12)
I am loved more than I could ever imagine. (John 3:16)
I am a living work of art — a true masterpiece. (Ephesians 2:10)
I am more precious and valuable than jewels. (Proverbs 3:15)

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It was one thing to read these scriptures growing up, but finally knowing and claiming these truths changed my life.

I began to see when I lived within my God-given identity, I really could do all things through Christ, as Paul tells us in Philippians 4:13. In Him I was not pathetic, helpless or alone. In Him I could drive out fear; I could rest; and I could overcome whatever struggle came my way.

With each faithful step I took, God revealed more of himself to me, and day by day, He pulled me further out of darkness and into the light.

You see, there is a darkness but we don’t belong to it. And not only do we not belong to it, but it also has no authority over us.

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As I mentioned earlier, there was a time I let my struggles define me, but I’m not going back there — to the darkness, to the night, to the overwhelming pit of despair. Because I’ve been called into the light — into abundant life. And so have you. And we don’t have to even entertain the darkness because as children of God it’s not who we are. It does not define us.

You are positively lovely

You are Positively Lovely. And nothing will ever change that.

Positively Lovely Lauren GaskillLauren Gaskill is an author, speaker and host of the Finding Joy podcast. She is passionate about encouraging women to lead spiritually healthy, joy-filled and redeemed lives as Positively Lovely daughters of God. Lauren writes at LaurenGaskillinspires.com and is in the process of publishing her first book. When she’s not writing or speaking, Lauren loves to cook, bake and go on hikes with her husband and Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, who is affectionately named Reese after Lauren’s favorite candy — peanut butter cups.    

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  1. Brittany says:

    What a beautiful blog share. Thanks for being so open and honest. I cannot imagine the thoughts and hurts that paralyzed you for so much time. Thank God for healing and for an identity in Him.

  2. Sarah Koontz says:

    “With each faithful step I took, God revealed more of himself to me, and day by day, He pulled me further out of darkness and into the light.” AMEN, sister! That is exactly how we are to walk with God, taking one faithful step after another.

    Thank you for honestly and bravely sharing your FIERCE story!

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