I am good. I am not. I am nothing without fault. But I'm pure. No, I'm false. I am empty of all that's ought. See, I'm striving. I am grasping. But I'm still short of what's lasting. Yet I'm working. I am yearning. I am all fails, never earning. I am death. I am weary. … Continue reading The Tyranny of My Own Goodness
One morning after waking up AGAIN with that feeling of discontentment and anxiety, I decided to sit down and remind myself of some always-true truths.
Oh sweet submission, tis my delight. To turn myself over, whatever the fight. To yield and defer to Who loves me the most. And surrender my soul, my life, my voice.
"O God, early in the morning I cry to You. Help me to pray and gather my thoughts to You, I cannot do it alone."
I was like a see-saw for a good part of my life as a Christian woman. It would only take a small amount of force to swing my emotions up and down, with my actions following after.
I wrestle with feeling like a giant failure. Like I've fallen short and have not been a "good enough" friend, wife and Christian.
It’s embarrassing how easily I get jealous. And I’m not talking about the type of jealousy that revolves around my husband.