It looks like I'm a running a little bit behind this year, but, well, better late than never, they say. I'm determined to blog whenever I have the chance this year, so while it may be sporadic, I'll be happy just to post whatever I can whenever I can. And I hope you enjoy it every time. So without further ado...the post and the list.
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 quite yet. You 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.