skin.

sometimes it glows and sometimes it sheds.

March is nearing its end, and I can’t believe that it was nearly a month ago that I was soaking in the Pacific sun on the T-Street Beach of San Clemente, California.

I soaked in a little too much sun, actually.

A naturally olive-toned gal, I typically skip the sunscreen on my body (not my face, I’d prefer to delay wrinkles a while). This particular trip was no different…. and I ended up with a pretty gnarly sunburn. Weeks later, the skin on my calves and thighs made me look like a snake in ecdysis.

I heard somewhere that you shed all of your skin in 27 days. I thought this was an absolutely fascinating concept. So, I did what anyone would do…. I googled it. Here’s what I found:

Humans shed about 600,000 particles of skin every hour – about 1.5 pounds a year. By 70 years of age, an average person will have lost 105 pounds of skin. Humans shed and re-grow outer skin cells about every 27 days – almost 1,000 new skins in a lifetime.

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As many people smarter than I have stated over and over again, we are new every day. Each day is a fresh start. Every morning holds new beginnings.

I totally get this idea, and support it.

In other ways, I understand that we may need 27 days (or many more) to allow ourselves to shed that weight, that deadness, the thing that is no longer serving us… and allow healing and growth to take place.

I’m pretty sure it was a podcast that discussed this topic of shedding skin every 27 days, most likely my girl Katy Bellotte of the Thick and Thin Podcast (highly recommend!). It was discussed that even when you go through a breakup (friend, family, significant other, etc.) you get lonely for human touch perhaps more than you actually miss the other person.

I wish my skin was this dewey and glowy all the time… but alas, this skin went away too.

But then, sweet friend, you must remember, that your skin will not be the same skin in 27 days.

In 27 days, you skin will not have been touched by that person. or hurt by the sun’s rays. or scraped by a fall on the ice. or dry from the harshness of the winter. (I definitely won’t have the reminder I left on my hand… that seems to shed within minutes and then I’m left wondering what I was supposed to do.)

In 27 days, your skin is made new to serve you in a different purpose. This month, you may burn your hand making a new dish or you may moisturize every single day. This new skin will live to its full life expectancy, and in 27 days you can start a new story in the shell of what holds in all that is you.

Skin is just that — our shell. Our hearts and minds and souls may need a hell of a lot longer than 27 days to heal. I get that. I feel that. Some days I cry that my healing is taking longer than others, and my friends (bless their souls) are there to remind me that there is no timeline to my personal okay-ness about anything. We all hurt, some are just better at hiding it. Some people just have a thick skin. (Yeah, that pun was intended.)

While your skin sticks to a timeline… your soul does not. Some things, like a touch or a sunburn, will no longer reside on your skin within this 27 day timeline.

Take the time to find your okay-ness.

But in the meantime, let’s raise a glass:

  • Here’s to shedding a layer that’s no longer serving us.
  • Here’s to shedding deadness and darkness within and upon us.
  • Here’s to shedding unrealistic or unmet expectations, broken hopes, and dreams that are no longer our dreams.
  • Here’s to shedding all that is no longer me.
  • Here’s to growth and healing when the layer is gone.

Here’s to 27 days.

always,

Alex

f r e e d o m .

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Oceans.

I never wanted to forget this view, this moment.

My last blog was about music, too. Music is incredibly powerful, and can be totally wonderful. But after my first real heartbreak, I listened to Christian music nonstop. I couldn’t listen to anything else. I needed the constant reminder of His love and I needed to listen to songs that could only improve my mood and mental health. Christian music was an outlet and a safe haven for me.

The song that found its way into my heart and into every shower cry was the song “Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)” by Hillsong United.

“You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine . . .

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior.”

I used to not like to talk publicly about my faith. I never wanted to offend someone, because I recognize that everyone follows different belief systems. As I grew older, I realized that I am never offended by someone sharing a key part of their heart and their faith, so I hope I can share the same here.

I have been healing and growing for a long time. I’m nowhere near perfect. I always say I’m an imperfect girl loved by a totally perfect God… and that is the truth. This song would remind me of God’s hand in my life even at the darkest of times.

As I stood on the San Clemente pier after a morning jog, I allowed the wind to blow through my hair as I tilted my face towards the radiant beams of a high, strong sun…. I played this song.

The song felt so different. Instead of the usual reminder that God would lead me and take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, it was instead a brilliant moment of “Here, Alex. This is what I was talking about. Can you see what I’ve been working on for you?”

I stood there, surrounded by waves on three sides, staring out at endless waves of blue water, basking in His glory and the beauty of His promises for me. In that moment, I felt free of invisible chains that had been weighing me down. Am I healed or perfect or done growing in my faith, life, mental health, physical journey, or any other facet of my life? Absolutely not. As one of my favorite instagrammers (@GoFitJo) would say… I am a #WomanInProgress.

So… what’s my message to all of you? Bask in the little moments. These little moments could be God’s way of sending big messages.

For me, it was this moment, standing on the pier and surrounded by the ocean and feeling God speaking to my heart. I am glad that my faith could stand – my faith carried me through the darkest of times. I had to surrender myself and trust in Him fully to fulfill (and continue to fulfill) his promises to me. My faith was made stronger when I brought Him more deeply into my life (and my Spotify playlists :)).

just worshipping and surrendering over here on Catalina Island

I felt called to share this message with you. If you are hurting or healing — you are not forgotten. You are loved, you are heard, and the Lord will fulfill his promises to you. Remember that your plans may not be His promises, and that is this beautiful craziness we call life.

“I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine.”

God, thank you for the reminder of just how small my problems are in the midst of the ocean of your love. You have held my hand and lead me through deep water, deeper than my feet could ever wander alone.

Thank you Jesus for the sign. I got your message loud and clear, and you rock my socks.

always,

Alex