You Are Enough

You Are Enough

Stop trying to be the second class version of someone else and be the first class version of yourself.

To the girl who looks in the mirror and her eyes go straight to her flaws. To the boy who feels like he isn't cool enough because he's not athletic. To anyone who just feels worthless. You ARE enough!

You are good enough in so many ways and you should never forget it. You were meant to be here on Earth for some reason. You matter. You are enough.

Don't listen to what your mind is telling you. How you need to be this, do that, look a certain way, or whatever it may be. Love yourself for who you are because that is the way God made you. Don't look in the mirror constantly judging yourself and comparing yourself to others.

They say you should treat others the way you would want to be treated, but I say you should treat yourself the way you would want others to treat you. You are one of a kind and only you can be the best version of yourself. So stop judging yourself and trying to be the second version of someone else.

For some, confidence comes easily, but for others, it's hard for them to see their worth. That's nothing to be ashamed of because our good Lord recognizes our talents, abilities, and self-worth. He is constantly reminding us how loved we are by Him and others, we just have to realize it and believe it's true. Because it is. You ARE enough!!

Never forget:

"Your beauty should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit which is of great worth in God's sight." -1 Peter 3:4

"You are loved more than you will ever know by someone who died to know you." -Romans 3:5

"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." -Isaiah 41:10

Cover Image Credit: Georgia Kate Crawford

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Sorry Not Sorry, My Parents Paid For My Coachella Trip

No haters are going to bring me down.

With Coachella officially over, lives can go back to normal and we can all relive Beyonce’s performance online for years to come. Or, if you were like me and actually there, you can replay the experience in your mind for the rest of your life, holding dear to the memories of an epic weekend and a cultural experience like no other on the planet.

And I want to be clear about the Beyonce show: it really was that good.

But with any big event beloved by many, there will always be the haters on the other side. The #nochella’s, the haters of all things ‘Chella fashion. And let me just say this, the flower headbands aren’t cultural appropriation, they’re simply items of clothing used to express the stylistic tendency of a fashion-forward event.

Because yes, the music, and sure, the art, but so much of what Coachella is, really, is about the fashion and what you and your friends are wearing. It's supposed to be fun, not political! Anyway, back to the main point of this.

One of the biggest things people love to hate on about Coachella is the fact that many of the attendees have their tickets bought for them by their parents.

Sorry? It’s not my fault that my parents have enough money to buy their daughter and her friends the gift of going to one of the most amazing melting pots of all things weird and beautiful. It’s not my fault about your life, and it’s none of your business about mine.

All my life, I’ve dealt with people commenting on me, mostly liking, but there are always a few that seem upset about the way I live my life.

One time, I was riding my dolphin out in Turks and Cacaos, (“riding” is the act of holding onto their fin as they swim and you sort of glide next to them. It’s a beautiful, transformative experience between human and animal and I really think, when I looked in my dolphin’s eye, that we made a connection that will last forever) and someone I knew threw shade my way for getting to do it.

Don’t make me be the bad guy.

I felt shame for years after my 16th birthday, where my parents got me an Escalade. People at school made fun of me (especially after I drove into a ditch...oops!) and said I didn’t deserve the things I got in life.

I can think of a lot of people who probably don't deserve the things in life that they get, but you don't hear me hating on them (that's why we vote, people). Well, I’m sick of being made to feel guilty about the luxuries I’m given, because they’ve made me who I am, and I love me.

I’m a good person.

I’m not going to let the Coachella haters bring me down anymore. Did my parents buy my ticket and VIP housing? Yes. Am I sorry about that? Absolutely not.

Sorry, not sorry!

Cover Image Credit: Kaycie Allen

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You're Never Alone When You Have God And Tacos

I'm sharing with you my struggles in the hopes they can help someone who's in a similar patch.

"Wait, so you didn't grab tacos last night?"

"Haha, no. I decided not to go."


"I didn't want to go alone."

"You wouldn't be alone. You'd have God. And tacos!"

Little did my friend know, but that conversation became the rope that pulled me out of the deep funk I had been in for the past day. In fact, later that evening at the local Applebee's, I laughed and realized to my surprise that I had just laughed for the first time in 24 hours!

What got me? What was it that pushed me into this stink-hole anyway?

As I look back, I realize that this hole had been deepening for a while, beginning the middle of March. Then, the week after Spring Break, after desperately searching for a taco buddy, a thought entered my head.

"You are completely, and utterly alone."

Those words were the just the shove I needed to send me tumbling down.

You see, I don't mind being alone. In fact, sometimes I crave it! Despite being a non-stop chatterbox, I need my quiet space to recharge my energy! However, the feeling of isolation is different because even when I take time for myself, I know I'm not truly alone. On the other hand, the feeling of isolation sends the feeling that you're stuck in your loneliness.

To be honest, I had never felt this way so strongly before. It's a devastating feeling, a feeling that I wouldn't even wish on my worst enemies.

After almost a month, I'm joyful to say that I'm on the up-and-up! As I look back on the last four weeks, I can look back with clear vision and say that THOSE words were a thought bomb planted by Satan himself.

Satan is looking for any and every way possible to separate us and get us alone. Like a wolf separating a sheep from the rest of the herd, Satan knows that once he has us alone, we're much easier to prey upon.

As I've been fighting The Funk, I've watched in amazement how God has walked with me, step by step. Take the time I opened my Bible for the first time in months and read in my own handwriting on the cover page, "Through God's strength and grace, I am never alone." How about the time I was visiting a friend at her college and came across a poster which stated the power of fellowship when we're feeling lonely? These are just a few samples of the reminders God's been giving to me!

As I've been fighting The Funk, I've learned that my secret weapon is running after God and pursuing Him with no hold-back. Reading His word brings such peace in my life; it's a weapon I wish I had learned much earlier in my life!

One of my favorite verses during this trial has been Psalm 23:

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and loving kindness will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever."

I was apprehensive to share my battle here. I was afraid of the comments I would get. "Oh Elyssa! I'm here for ya girrrrrrrrrrl!"

I'm not sharing this with you to gain sympathy. Rather, I'm sharing with you my struggles in the hopes they can help someone who's in a similar patch. As Christians, we should share both our joys and our struggles. By sharing our battles, we can learn and grow from one another!

On that note, if you're traveling through The Funk like I have been, know that this isn't the end, and that you're not alone in your alone-ness. We have tons of friends and loved ones who are holding us up, not to mention our Heavenly Father!

Now, grab your Bible, jump in your car, and go buy yourself a taco, because when we have God and tacos, we're never alone.

Cover Image Credit: Jon Pettyjohn

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