Whatever you’ve given up on, pick it back up & march on.

I remember the first time I heard honest, unguarded words.

Growing up as a pastor’s kid in a conservative Baptist church, I heard (a lot) of words over the course of my life. Lots of good, well-behaved, and in their ‘Sunday’s best’ kinds of words. But the first time I was on the receiving end of vulnerable and honest words? It stunned me.

The first time I heard someone bare their soul and share their raw, most painfully human truths, let me tell you… it was almost a spiritual experience.

Honesty awakened something in me that I didn’t even know existed.

And the only thing that has roused me more?

Dishonest words… 

 

…Like, the eloquent and wise words of the pastor behind the pulpit on Sunday, who unbeknownst to his congregation, was having an affair with his secretary Mon – Fri…

…The sentences strung together and spoken over me at my most tender and impressionable ages, by women with perfect hair, perfect marriages, and perfectly well-placed bows at the end of every story and every two-year-old within their reach…

…How because of their disillusioned words, I decided at a very young age that I never wanted to be anything like them. (And I’m not.)

I’ve often joked, I can’t even be friends with anyone who says they don’t eat at McDonald’s. And that’s because, from time to time (and often against our better judgment) everyone eats at McDonald’s  …everyone. Some people just aren’t honest enough to admit it. 

Truth is, if you can’t honestly admit to succumbing to a Double Cheeseburger every once in a while, then there’s absolutely no hope you will ever own your insecurities as a woman, or your inadequacies as a spouse, parent, and even as a follower of Jesus. (And if you can’t own your own inadequacies, then let’s be real, you sure as heck can’t handle mine!)

But that’s neither here nor there.

The point is, I believe honesty has the ability to empower us, to unshackle us, to help us see that we aren’t alone and to forge a human connection that supersedes our darkest days…. and that admitting to eating McDonald’s is a solid place to start.

The world is noisy and chaotic and everyone is speaking over each other, vying for our attention, and what I realize for me is, 10/10 times honesty gets mine. Honesty catches my eye in even the most crowded room and has me leaning into complete strangers and hanging on every word they say.

More than that, honest is who God has asked me to be, it’s what I believe He has put me on this Earth to do — to speak honest, nearly naked, sometimes even bipolar David-in-Psalms kinds of words, for all the world to see.

But can I tell you something? It’s hard, guys…

I write this with tears in my eyes, because as some of you know for yourself, THE COST IS HIGH to live an openly honest and unguarded life, or to do anything else that God is asking you to do for that matter.

Vulnerability at it’s very core leaves you open to attack, and I’ve been forced to fight off my fair share. I’ve offended complete strangers, I’ve lost relationships with family members that I love. I’ve even lost relationships with family members that I don’t love! (lol, I see you, creepers… And, don’t-you-wish-you-knew which category you fell under.)

It’s oftentimes why my blog goes quiet and a concerningly thick layer of dust builds on my laptop. It’s just too hard, and sometimes, if I’m honest, I’m just too afraid.

Here’s the point. (I’m all over the place, I know.) I don’t know what God has asked you to do, or why like me, you *keep* giving up on it. I have a feeling that if you thought about it long enough, like me, it would bring tears to your eyes.

But no matter what you’ve given up on as of today, God sent me here to tell you this:

“It’s not too late — you can pick it back up again and march on.”

In 2 Samuel 8:6, it says something simple but profound. It says,”God gave David victory wherever He marched.

Understand, God promises victory wherever we go and no matter what we’ve had to sacrifice in order to do what He has asked us to do. (Spoiler alert: If we knew the end of the story and what God is so meticulously and gloriously planning on our behalf, we’d look at the present cost and uncertainty and think to ourselves: WORTH IT. — Every. single. bit of it. )

There’s just one problem…

God can’t give us victory where we’re unwilling to go.

Nor, can God bless what we’re refusing to do, or use the stories we’re too reluctant to tell. (That should scare us.)

I heard it once said, that hell would be getting to Heaven and hearing God tell you everything you could have done, if only you would have tried. — and that haunts me.

Because I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to hear God tell me everything I could have done had I stopped making excuses and cowering at the critic. I don’t want God to list off names of brokenhearted people and families I could have encouraged, if only I would have picked up my laptop (once again) and marched on.

Like David, God promises to give us victory everywhere we have the courage to march, and to immeasurably bless whatever we muster up the courage to do. I’m even believing God can bless the jumbled words we type. (This blog post is my feeble attempt.)

So here I am; dusting off my computer and my most bipolarly honest feelings, hoping my words will breathe life into someone the same way so many other’s words have awakened me. I’ll do it again next week, and then the next, until I likely give up again. I might even go to McDonald’s…

But here’s what I know for sure: today, I’m marching – the heck – on.

| What would it look like for you to do the same? |

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Krista Ortiz

 

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8 thoughts on “Whatever you’ve given up on, pick it back up & march on.”

  1. Krista – I just love you and your raw God given ability to just lay it out there. And heck yeah-I crave a Big Mac nearly weekly with the best fries on the planet when they are hot! God Bless You!

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    1. hahaha, PRAISE JESUS I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE! There WILL BE Big Mac’s and hot fries in Heaven. I’m believing it, in Jesus’ name!

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  2. Krista, this blog wouldn’t be worth reading if I thought it wasn’t going to be your honest self. It’s the very thing that has kept me coming back after that first post I read, several years ago. I might go to McDonalds this week, just because 🙂 Thanks for always speaking the words that are real.

    It makes all the difference.

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  3. Thank you for marching on and encouraging us to do the same. I greatly miss how God uses your words in my life when you don’t write! I get it though…it’s easy for me to seclude myself from certain people because being vulnerable in front of them when I regularly don’t measure up for them is so painful, I avoid. I am encouraged today though to remember and believe that I will never measure up for them but because of Christ I measure up for God and that is more than enough…now, to remember this all day long and tomorrow, and the next day, etc. Thank you for speaking into our lives, Krista! I so appreciate you and your writing!

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  4. March on girl, march on, double cheeseburger in one hand; hot out of the fryer, fries in the other. Your words always provoke thought and that’s a good thing.

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