Lord, I write about grace, preach to others on grace, yet struggle with waves of doubt, and wonder if I am good enough to receive your favor.
I fill my stories with chuckles to bring others to places of joy, yet sink in despair. I cover my face in my hands and weep for grief that I’ve disappointed You, worry when my babies are hurting, or rail over the state of our nation.I am a hypocrite, Lord. Rescue me from my untruthful self. Am I full of grace, sharing with others, or trying to convince myself? Am I brimming with joy and want others to join me in the dance, or trying to help myself up from my own pit?
You know me, and how best to fix me and make me true. I cannot fix myself.
When I measure me by the standard I’ve set for me, I am crooked, broken, a mess. So I need You to measure me by the standard You have set for me, and show me how You see me.
Only then can I be whole and free to share with others the real me—the me I am becoming through Your love.
Only then will I write words that speak of grace from a full heart, laughter from a full soul. I will dance with the truth and others will join me.Amen.
What mirror do you most often look in--the one you designed, or God's word, which shows you who you really are?
I guarantee if you'll dare to believe what God says about you, you too will dance with the truth!