All of my life, I’ve struggled feeling good enough.
There have been times where I’ve been pretty confident and happy, felt pretty, skinny, good at something. But mostly…not good enough.
And to be honest, I’ve felt okay lately. Not necessarily on top of things, but enough.
Until yesterday. And I don’t know exactly why or exactly when, or exactly what…but there it was again. Have you ever felt not good enough?
Maybe it’s that I’m in the process of putting together a book, and I’m unqualified. Or maybe that it’s that I don’t string my words together quite as beautifully as some of the author/bloggers I’ve read lately. Maybe it’s that I’m speaking in front of my church in two and a half weeks about God’s will and I’m unqualified, judged, and unsure. Or that my page views aren’t high enough, I don’t have as many subscribers as I want, and I’m not making money quite like I want to yet. Now, I never expected to make an extortionate amount of money straight away, but I did think that I would’ve seen some movement by now.
I’m just glad that I have my savings to fall back on, as otherwise, I really would’ve become worried. Although, my friend has recently been telling me about the idea of investing in Bitcoin and how I can Bitcoin ohne Anmeldung kaufen, or buy Bitcoin without registering, to increase my finances if I ever needed to. She decided to do it herself and has really seen a difference in her financial situation, which is why she is urging that I do the same until I start making more from my book. Some people just dabble in the use of Bitcoin, and others check out the goldshell kd5 price and start mining. As you can see, I can’t really say that patience is my strong suit.
Truth is…it’s all lies. I know and you know it’s lies. It doesn’t always seem like it, does it? You know it’s the devil trying to get to you, but he’s good. He’s darn at bringing you down. Because he knows where to hit you.
If you are feeling not good enough today, remember this:
“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous–how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me!”
The creator of the universe thinks about you. And He is with us every moment of every day. If that doesn’t say something about how special you are, I don’t know what will. Hold onto that when you are discouraged, dear friend.
I will too.