I Believe in Something Greater Than Myself

Confession: I don’t believe in myself.

It’s a secret I’ve been keeping for too long. And while it’s not a popular statement, it’s true.

I don’t believe in myself to accomplish whatever I set my mind to.

I don’t believe in myself to sharpen my character or improve my image.

I don’t believe in myself to reach my full potential.

I don’t believe in myself to rise above my regrets, my heartache, my guilt.

I don’t believe in myself to be the mom my kids need.

I don’t believe in myself to achieve my dreams.

I don’t believe in myself to forge my own path.

I don’t believe in myself to be the conquerer of both my internal and external battles.

I don’t believe in myself to make the best decisions for myself, my family.

I don’t believe in myself to be strong.

But I do believe in God.

I believe in God to accomplish through me what is best for both of us.

I believe in God to restore me into someone who embraces His character and more closely resembles His image.

I believe in God to raise me out of darkness and into His light.

I believe in God to shower me with mercy and grace when I am at my most desperate.

I believe in God to, hour by hour, shape me into the mother He intended me to be.

I believe in God to actualize the dreams that align with His dreams for me.

I believe in God to guide me along the path that He has already carved out for me.

I believe in God to conquer the battles I am fighting, because I have proven time and time again that I am not capable.

I believe in God to be the ultimate decision-maker and turn my poor choices into purpose.

I believe in God to be my strength because the burdens of this life are far too much to carry on my own.

When I start to believe too much in myself, I start to believe too little in God. I easily stray and get lost in myself. But I believe in Him to seek me, rescue me, and return me to His care.