You’re thinking – again – that you’re not enough.
You can’t remember the last time the laundry was caught up or the last time your brain worked at full capacity.
That stain on the couch? The one from the spilled juice? It’s still there. Those dust bunnies have now had babies.
You aren’t happy with your hair, or your house, and definitely not your attitude.
You know that these things are like this – these areas you’ve “failed” – because you’ve been sacrificing lately.
But it doesn’t make you feel better does it?
You wonder what it all was for. You wonder what you were thinking.
Don’t you remember? You had to sacrifice right now. This is the season for upheaval, and God’s plans weren’t your plans, but you obeyed and trekked on and it is well.
God loves you so much, you conquering woman, you. You victorious daughter. You princess. You warrior.
I saw that look in your eye. That spark of recognition. That knowing of God’s grace and precious sovereignty.
You’re reminded that sometimes sacrifices are right – necessary.
That they don’t always look like the sacrifices others make, but they’re yours and they’re good. Yes, hard even.
with every victory step you take towards truth, there are those voices. They try to reel you backwards.
They try so hard.
They want you to believe they love you. It’s only for your good, they say. It’s so you can be holy, they say.
They tell you your choices aren’t right. Aren’t up to snuff. Aren’t pleasing.
They bring out the rule book and prove your faults.
And you don’t know what to do with yourself.
But Jesus whispers sweet nothings. He calls you by your real name.
You shake off the lies and dress to the nines in truth and love and know that you
By Arianne, To Think Is To Create