Am I ready? Am I ready to trust God has got my back? That His love will be enough? That I will learn that my worth is only in Him, not whatever may ebb and flow with life? Well... maybe if we have a slow count to three and then I'll run and jump?
You’d think I’d be fine. Life’s starting to fall into place for me: I’ve got my dream job (working for my church) and have just published a book. Two things I’ve been striving to accomplish for years. And yet here I am, silently screaming to God as I look in the mirror through tear clouded eyes, shaking violently inside as the emotions struggle to contain themselves, “I hate myself! I HATE myself!!”
I see him, my groom, Waiting for me.