When Insecurities Roar
But God saw me, and his heart ached for me as my heart ached for my daughter.
But God saw me, and his heart ached for me as my heart ached for my daughter.
It’s there, in the mess of mixing colors, that a masterpiece is made.
I am not defined by failure, nor am I defined by fear.
Turns out, practicing something old can teach you something new.
Fix your eyes beyond what you see in my face of eternity.
I might not see the fruit of the present, but new life is being formed through it.
If I rely on myself and my power to love fully, I get lost in guilt and failure.
God brings my sin to the light so that I can be met with the full force of His grace, His love, and His mercies.
A part of me fell asleep…a part of me was stagnant…a part of me felt lost, but I couldn’t have told you what it was that was actually lost.
It was a statement and a question all wrapped in one; she believed she could do it, but doubted it all at the same time.
The truth is, I need Jesus. I need him to shake these walls and wake me up.
To enter the resting place of his presence requires me to turn from myself and to admit that I need him.
“I know this feels so hard, but you have a responsibility to do the work that you’ve been given to do today…don’t give up,” I told him.
My own self-reliance at work in its finest. An always simmering pot in the middle of the mundane.
This journey of everyday ordinary living doesn’t always feel like a
mountain-top experience, but neither does being on a mountain-top.
I see who I am in the light of His love and the reflection I see of myself in His gaze reminds me that, here, I am complete.
But something began to happen. The more I tried to play, the more my desire increased to hear the written melody flow smoothly through my fingers.