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.
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