As an adult, this word means almost nothing to me. But, as a child hearing the word "revolutionary" sparked imaginative feelings of drive and innovation. I want to change the world! Teachers and adults were always pushing the idea onto us (as children). This directive was loud and clear. I MUST change the world!
Strength, organization, peace come from God. And that peace must be renewed every single day. It's a muscle that needs to be exercised daily. When it's functioning well then things are going well--you're ahead of schedule, you have extra time for fun and your mind is not running around like a headless chicken.
Under any circumstance, because of my relationship with my body, I believed that I would have a wonderful pregnancy free of pain and yucky symptoms. Yea, I know, wishful thinking. You may find this laughable but I consider my personal "morning sickness" to be a product of spiritual sickness, not biology.
Solitude can be a beautiful thing when exercised with purpose and I found refuge in getting away from my socially toxic ways. However, too much time alone can also be harmful. My alone time transformed into self-punishment. I castigated myself for not being able to change the bad things that happened in my life, such as being fired.
Yuck, right? This story is always too good to be true because we are human and life is not a movie. Falling out of line with the perfect story shattered me when I finally got a grip. When God slowed everything down, I was able to see from third person POV that I was actually making my own mess. Only as a viewer, was I able to understand the cause-and-effect of my own life.