Authenticity: Being true to one's own personality, spirit, or character
I love authenticity. I love people who are real from the moment you meet them. People who you never have to second-guess if they are being honest with you.
The main issue I face when meeting new people is the lack of authenticity.
I've said it before, and I am going to say it again...
I LOVE PEOPLE.
More than that, I love to know people. I don't care if I am having the most surface level conversation with a person or talking about what God is doing in his or her life, I love to know everything about a person.
I believe that as a follower and lover of Jesus Christ, I am called to be intentional with people. I am called to love on people. I am called to be authentic myself.
I am called to expose my faults. To not put myself on a pedestal, but lower myself humbly.
This is not easy.
The easy thing is to smile and be happy as the sun. The easy thing is to act like I do no wrong. The easy thing is to not admit my faults.
But I am called to do so much more.
I am called to tell people when I am struggling. I am called to confess my sin to my brothers and sisters in Christ. I am called to be speak the whole truth and not leave anything out of the light.
This is a concept I have been battling and learning to grow in over the past few months. I want authenticity from people and in order to gain it, I must be authentic myself.
So let me begin with this:
My name is Easton Roye and I am far from perfect. I struggle with being real with people when I feel insecure. I have doubted God when I didn't understand Him. I have disrespected my parents. I have lied to people when I didn't want to accept punishment.
I struggle just as much as the next 19 year old.
But even still, I am growing. I am learning who God is in a whole new way. I am learning how to trust Him and trust myself. I am learning how to overcome my insecurities. I am learning what it looks like to be myself all of the time.
My name is Easton Roye and I want to be 100% authentic with everyone, and I want everyone to be 100% authentic with me.
I want to be able to share my faults, joys, growth, struggles, happy times, crappy moments, laughter, stories, faith, and true self with everyone. And I want everyone to share their faults, joys, growth, struggles, happy times, crappy moments, laughter, stories, faith, and true self with me.
Let's make it happen.
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Thursday, September 19, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Easton's Mom Has Got It Going On
My mom is my best friend.
She is my rock.
my inspiration.
my example in everything.
my support.
my truth-giver.
my personal comedian.
my encourager.
my sidekick.
my counselor.
my push to do better in everything.
my absolute favorite woman in the world.
A day does not pass that I don't thank God for giving me the mom He gave me.
Growing up, I was always told that my mom was so strict and had so many rules. I never thought much about it until I got a little older and more focused on myself and my desires more than what was good for me. My parents monitored my text messages, had my Facebook password, and kept a close eye on who I was friends with. As I got a little bit older, the reins got a little looser. Not once did they loosen all the way up, but trust began to build, and with trust came (slightly more) freedom.
Along with the freedom came appreciation.
Appreciation that my parents CARED about who I was talking to, where I was, and what I was doing.
Appreciation that they didn't get lazy even though it would have been the easier thing to do with two kids grown and only two more to go.
Appreciation that they took their jobs as parents SERIOUS.
My mom is a stay at home mom and I don't think she realizes the impact her career has had on me and in my life. Her being home made it possible for me to always know that there was someone waiting for me every day when I got home from school or work. Someone to vent to, laugh with, talk to. Someone whose "strict" mothering skills have taught me how to respect myself and how to take responsibility for my actions. Someone who has mastered the art of being both parent and friend with their child.
My mom is a huge part of who I am and who I want to be. She blesses me daily. She points me to Christ when I need it. She is REAL with me. She is my BFF.
And I am, and will forever be, eternally thankful for her.
She is my rock.
my inspiration.
my example in everything.
my support.
my truth-giver.
my personal comedian.
my encourager.
my sidekick.
my counselor.
my push to do better in everything.
my absolute favorite woman in the world.
A day does not pass that I don't thank God for giving me the mom He gave me.
Growing up, I was always told that my mom was so strict and had so many rules. I never thought much about it until I got a little older and more focused on myself and my desires more than what was good for me. My parents monitored my text messages, had my Facebook password, and kept a close eye on who I was friends with. As I got a little bit older, the reins got a little looser. Not once did they loosen all the way up, but trust began to build, and with trust came (slightly more) freedom.
Along with the freedom came appreciation.
Appreciation that my parents CARED about who I was talking to, where I was, and what I was doing.
Appreciation that they didn't get lazy even though it would have been the easier thing to do with two kids grown and only two more to go.
Appreciation that they took their jobs as parents SERIOUS.
My mom is a stay at home mom and I don't think she realizes the impact her career has had on me and in my life. Her being home made it possible for me to always know that there was someone waiting for me every day when I got home from school or work. Someone to vent to, laugh with, talk to. Someone whose "strict" mothering skills have taught me how to respect myself and how to take responsibility for my actions. Someone who has mastered the art of being both parent and friend with their child.
My mom is a huge part of who I am and who I want to be. She blesses me daily. She points me to Christ when I need it. She is REAL with me. She is my BFF.
And I am, and will forever be, eternally thankful for her.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Love Love Love
I love weddings.
I love the flowers.
I love the bride and grooms.
I love the dresses.
I love the food.
I love the feeling in the air.
I love the vows.
I love the cake.
I love the LOVE.
Tonight I got to be apart of one of the most lovely, wonderful, beautiful, breathtaking, Christ-centered, marvelous weddings I have ever seen.
The flowers were spectacular.
The bride looked exquisite and the groom was beaming.
The dresses were lovely.
The food was delicious.
The feeling in the air was overwhelming.
The vows were powerful, authentic, and perfect.
The cake was elegant and scrumptious.
The love was REAL.
The reason for all of this was one thing.
JESUS.
Jesus was at the center of the wedding.
He was at the center of the couple's dating life.
He is at the center of their brand new married life.
He has been the center of it all.
And that is something to look up to.
Zach and Jill, you two showed me so much this weekend. You showed me what it means to trust the plans the Lord has set out. You showed me how God blesses those who wait on Him. You showed me an example of true love that is Christ ordained.
And that is beautiful.
I find so much encouragement from people who are just a few years older than I am whose lives reflect Christ. How lovely and how wonderful.
I saw true love tonight.
And more than that...
I saw Christ.
I love the flowers.
I love the bride and grooms.
I love the dresses.
I love the food.
I love the feeling in the air.
I love the vows.
I love the cake.
I love the LOVE.
Tonight I got to be apart of one of the most lovely, wonderful, beautiful, breathtaking, Christ-centered, marvelous weddings I have ever seen.
The flowers were spectacular.
The bride looked exquisite and the groom was beaming.
The dresses were lovely.
The food was delicious.
The feeling in the air was overwhelming.
The vows were powerful, authentic, and perfect.
The cake was elegant and scrumptious.
The love was REAL.
The reason for all of this was one thing.
JESUS.
Jesus was at the center of the wedding.
He was at the center of the couple's dating life.
He is at the center of their brand new married life.
He has been the center of it all.
And that is something to look up to.
Zach and Jill, you two showed me so much this weekend. You showed me what it means to trust the plans the Lord has set out. You showed me how God blesses those who wait on Him. You showed me an example of true love that is Christ ordained.
And that is beautiful.
I find so much encouragement from people who are just a few years older than I am whose lives reflect Christ. How lovely and how wonderful.
I saw true love tonight.
And more than that...
I saw Christ.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
He...
hey y'all.
let me tell you a little bit about my week since the last time I posted.
PURE CHAOS.
Monday: 8 hours of studying/catch up work/assignments
Tuesday: What Easton had planned= Day of Rest
What Easton's computer had planned= Failing on me and
being unable to load, thus leading to Easton spending 6
hours trying to fix with the help of a wonderful friend
it. Keyword: TRYING. Failed attempt. Which leads to...
Wednesday: Thought computer was fixed. Thought wrong. Spent
another five hours trying to figure out the issue.
No such luck. But do have an appointment at Apple
store tomorrow. PRAISE THE LORD. Spent my evening
cleaning, doing homework, putting up new pictures,
and spending time with Him.
Thursday: I AM HOME. YAY YAY YAY. Nothing else really matters
beyond that fact.
Even with all of the crazy school and computer stress, I have found rest. Maybe not physical rest, but mental and spiritual rest.
My God is constant.
I change, He stays the same.
I freak out, He remains calm.
I doubt everything, He knows all.
He, time and again, shows me that He is conqueror. He holds me in the palm of His hand, even when I feel like I am in the middle of an isolated island. He shows me His love through the body of Christ and the many people He has blessed me with.
How sweet He is.
It is going to take time for me to learn how to respond in times of sadness and loneliness, but I will. It is going to take growth for me to fully depend on Him before I run to anyone else, but I will. It is going to take faith for me to trust His plan without question, but I will.
Because in the end, that is all I can do.
I trust Him because I love Him. I have faith in Him because He proves Himself to be who He says He is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF THE TIME. I delight in Him because He makes me whole.
I am learning that He is the only constant thing I have in my life. Situations can change, careers can change, people can change, materialistic things can change, life can change. GOD DOESN'T CHANGE.
He is who He is today, yesterday, and forever.
There is peace in this fact.
There is truth in this fact.
There is JOY in this fact.
I worship a King who remains constant, even though I live in a world that changes every minute.
That's quite a King!
let me tell you a little bit about my week since the last time I posted.
PURE CHAOS.
Monday: 8 hours of studying/catch up work/assignments
Tuesday: What Easton had planned= Day of Rest
What Easton's computer had planned= Failing on me and
being unable to load, thus leading to Easton spending 6
hours trying to fix with the help of a wonderful friend
it. Keyword: TRYING. Failed attempt. Which leads to...
Wednesday: Thought computer was fixed. Thought wrong. Spent
another five hours trying to figure out the issue.
No such luck. But do have an appointment at Apple
store tomorrow. PRAISE THE LORD. Spent my evening
cleaning, doing homework, putting up new pictures,
and spending time with Him.
Thursday: I AM HOME. YAY YAY YAY. Nothing else really matters
beyond that fact.
Even with all of the crazy school and computer stress, I have found rest. Maybe not physical rest, but mental and spiritual rest.
My God is constant.
I change, He stays the same.
I freak out, He remains calm.
I doubt everything, He knows all.
He, time and again, shows me that He is conqueror. He holds me in the palm of His hand, even when I feel like I am in the middle of an isolated island. He shows me His love through the body of Christ and the many people He has blessed me with.
How sweet He is.
It is going to take time for me to learn how to respond in times of sadness and loneliness, but I will. It is going to take growth for me to fully depend on Him before I run to anyone else, but I will. It is going to take faith for me to trust His plan without question, but I will.
Because in the end, that is all I can do.
I trust Him because I love Him. I have faith in Him because He proves Himself to be who He says He is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF THE TIME. I delight in Him because He makes me whole.
I am learning that He is the only constant thing I have in my life. Situations can change, careers can change, people can change, materialistic things can change, life can change. GOD DOESN'T CHANGE.
He is who He is today, yesterday, and forever.
There is peace in this fact.
There is truth in this fact.
There is JOY in this fact.
I worship a King who remains constant, even though I live in a world that changes every minute.
That's quite a King!
Sunday, September 8, 2013
And Another One Bites The Dust
I am sick.
Not sick as in ill, but sick as in homesick.
It has been 3 weeks since I have felt this way and I didn't expect for it to affect me this way a second time.
I miss my dad and mom.
I miss my brothers.
I miss my dog.
I miss my bed.
I miss the way it felt to be in my house.
I miss my room.
I miss the sound of the garage door going up.
I miss my shower.
I miss Blue Springs.
It is miserable to feel this way. I hate it.
I have tried to steer clear from this feeling, but it has hit me like a ton of bricks.
The weekend spent with my grandma was WONDERFUL, but leaving was SO hard. Her home is like my second home and being there was the greatest. All of my laundry smells like her home now and it makes me so sad.
To add to everything, today was the first Football Sunday that all of my brother were home. My entire family was together and I was stuck down here.
alone.
I have great friends and have met lots of people.
But nobody will ever fill the role of my family.
Nobody will ever get me like my family.
Nobody will ever comfort me like my family.
And that's okay.
I just have to learn to deal with this.
I will see them in a few days, for goodness sake!
But until then, I will just have to focus on other things.
Here goes nothing.
Not sick as in ill, but sick as in homesick.
It has been 3 weeks since I have felt this way and I didn't expect for it to affect me this way a second time.
I miss my dad and mom.
I miss my brothers.
I miss my dog.
I miss my bed.
I miss the way it felt to be in my house.
I miss my room.
I miss the sound of the garage door going up.
I miss my shower.
I miss Blue Springs.
It is miserable to feel this way. I hate it.
I have tried to steer clear from this feeling, but it has hit me like a ton of bricks.
The weekend spent with my grandma was WONDERFUL, but leaving was SO hard. Her home is like my second home and being there was the greatest. All of my laundry smells like her home now and it makes me so sad.
To add to everything, today was the first Football Sunday that all of my brother were home. My entire family was together and I was stuck down here.
alone.
I have great friends and have met lots of people.
But nobody will ever fill the role of my family.
Nobody will ever get me like my family.
Nobody will ever comfort me like my family.
And that's okay.
I just have to learn to deal with this.
I will see them in a few days, for goodness sake!
But until then, I will just have to focus on other things.
Here goes nothing.
Oh Baby
I love children.
One of the most difficult parts of being away from home is not being able to be around them. For the past 7 years I have been babysitting and was around kids all of the time.
This weekend I came home to my grandmother's house in Springfield. Not only has it been a great time of relaxation, a wonderful place to do laundry, and a good time to spend with my grandma, but I have found a BABY.
Meet Isla. (p.s. these pictures are HORRIBLE quality..they were taken on Photo Booth and not my Canon).
Room #401 Beasley Hall
234 W. South Street
Bolivar, MO 65613
Happy Sunday Y'all!
One of the most difficult parts of being away from home is not being able to be around them. For the past 7 years I have been babysitting and was around kids all of the time.
This weekend I came home to my grandmother's house in Springfield. Not only has it been a great time of relaxation, a wonderful place to do laundry, and a good time to spend with my grandma, but I have found a BABY.
Meet Isla. (p.s. these pictures are HORRIBLE quality..they were taken on Photo Booth and not my Canon).
I call her Baby Big Eyes. She is my grandma's neighbor and she is my new best friend. And yes, I am totally okay with the fact that a baby has become my best friend.
Isla has been the cherry on top of a very calm, enjoyable weekend. I had the pleasure of running into some family at dinner on Friday, got lots of laundry done yesterday morning, got to eat ORANGE LEAF, spent some wonderful catch-up time with my grandma, worshipped at Ted's church, ate lunch with Camp Family, and just got to BREATHE.
I LOVE being at school, but being able to have a quiet place to go when I need it is such a blessing. No doubt, I miss my home and my family like crazy, but Springfield is a great alternative.
Just four days of crazy, busy school work, then home to Kansas City to sing in the wedding of two PHENOMENAL people. Ecstatic.
Also...
I LOVE mail!
If you want to send me a letter or a note or ANYTHING, my address is:
Easton RoyeRoom #401 Beasley Hall
234 W. South Street
Bolivar, MO 65613
Happy Sunday Y'all!
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