Obsessed

Hey sis,

I am in full-blown planning mode right now. With a conference around the corner and a backed-up schedule due to snow days, my brain is starting to feel slightly overwhelmed from trying to catch everything up in one day.

It’s times like this that I have to practice what I preach and remind myself that the goal isn’t burnout, it’s balance. I have to pace myself. I do admit though that I have an addictive/obsessive temperament. What I love, I obsess over. Example: I have played candy crush for years. In the beginning I loved it so much that every time I got in the passenger seat, I played it. I played it to the point that I quickly got tired of it.

I started painting during the pandemic because I needed a hobby- (didn’t we all?) and I painted so much for months that I dreamed of painting. I watched all the video tutorials, tried all the techniques, experimented with color palettes…ok, yes. I obsessed over it. It’s just what I do. I obsess over what I love. I am obsessed with my husband. My children. My job. This conference. But I have to be careful to not let my obsession become POsession. Feel me?

And that’s where the line gets thin.

There’s a difference between being passionate and being possessed. Obsession can still be healthy when it’s passion-driven. Possession is when that obsession crosses the line and starts to own us. Passion fuels purpose. Possession replaces peace.

When something I love starts to control my thoughts, my emotions, my rest, or my joy… it’s no longer just a gift. It’s trying to become a god. And that’s dangerous territory for a heart that belongs to the Lord. Because obsession says, “I need this to be okay.” But surrender says, “God, You are enough, even if this changes.”

I can love deeply without gripping tightly.

I can care fully without carrying it all.

I can show up with excellence without letting it define my worth.

Love y’all, mean it.