She looks at me in the mirror and scoffs. Her eyes are tired, her soul is weak. She hopes today will be a day where her thoughts do not destroy her. That she may have even just a moment of peace. She worries about the future while doing her hair and make-up. She wonders if she will get rest tonight or lay awake sleepless. She tells herself she is not pretty enough or good enough. No matter what she does to try and stop these thoughts they remain and get stronger through the day. She looks for outside validation, when what she really needs is to believe in herself. To stop the lies before they start. She has trained herself into believing this is it. There are fleeting moments of hope and she desperately hangs on to them.
Three different time I begged for the Lord to take it away. Each time he said, "My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness." So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me. That's why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12: 8-10 (NLT)
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.