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The Morning After

January 17th, 2018 

Whenever we hear the phrase the morning after our first thought is always about sex and what comes after. The guilt, shame, emotional roller coaster, and struggle that follow those decisions but what about other morning afters? 

What about the morning after someone has binge ate all night? The morning after someone has been self-mutilating? The morning after someone does drugs for the first time or the last time? 

We too often get caught up in stereotypes and labels to overcome or look past our own inner circle of problems. I had a friend make an analogy to me once that our problems seem so big to us became they are right in front of us but that does not make anyone else's struggle any less. 

I remember the mornings after for me. I would wake up feeling like that I did not have any worth. That there would never be anyone who would understand my pain. That I was going through it alone. I spent eight years feeling that way until the Lord showed me I wasn't alone. I never was. Even in the darkest nights when all I could feel was crippling pain overcome by Satan I wasn't alone. God was there. 

I don't know what your morning after looks like but I can tell you this. You have a choice to make. You can let it destroy you, define you and never get over it because it is too painful. Or you get back up and keep going. Keep fighting. Don't let one mistake. One night define who you think you are. Your label is NOT in this world. It is in a God so much bigger that we can't even comprehend. 

You are not alone in your morning afters. Don't ever let someone tell you you are. 

What is the morning after you're letting define you? 

xoxo, 
Em 

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