I’m an Enneagram Type Six, which means I’m trustworthy, hard working, and resilient.

But the only trait that seems to stick in anyone’s mind about us Sixes is our tendency to fear and be anxious.

I love being a Six. I didn’t always love it. But then I had a revelation regarding fear that unearthed the gold of who I really am.

If you’re a Six…or, if the Enneagram means absolutely nothing to you, but you’ve struggled with crippling fear (anxiety, panic, worry), the letter is for you.

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Jesus didn’t come to cut a deal with darkness, He came to completely defeat it. And He did.

Darkness is just a distraction, never your destiny.

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Some of us outgrew our fear of the dark long ago, but as adults there is a new dark we wish to avoid — our inner world in uncertain times.

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I’m not afraid of growing old.

Maybe that’s a weird way to start a birthday post, especially when I’m only 32.

Somewhere along the way, between turning 2 and 32, birthdays tend to stop being delighted in and start being dreaded. 

It just doesn’t make sense to me to try to fight off feeling old anymore.

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Your life is a gift to be enjoyed, not a penalty to endure. 

Home doesn’t have to be a cage, and marriage doesn’t have to be a ball and chain. It can be your favorite place.

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Let’s not dread, let’s dream.

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When you're called a name, you're handed an invitation that says, “Is this what you’re going to answer to?"

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So much of life is lived in the middle. Just when you feel like you've arrived at some exciting life stage, you’re actually right back in the middle of it.  I'm learning to savor the season I find myself in. I will no longer squander the treasure of the present. It’s too precious. 

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I used to pray a very dumb prayer for years. One day when I prayed this prayer for what must have been the 1000th time, God answered me...

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Have you ever cried over spilled coffee? I have. I’ve cried, yelled, and even thrown my hands up towards the heavens and asked, “Why me?” 

When life is hard, everything seems hard.

In the midst of heartbreak, the spilled coffee is often just the tipping point. It’s these kind of small hiccups and bumps in the road we use as tangible evidence to prove everything is falling apart.

But, friend, the spilled coffee is not the word of the Lord over your life. You were made to flourish in every season—even the hard seasons.

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