In dedication to all the women who have been through or are going through a storm. I just want you to know that I see you and you are going to make it.
i do not think He wants you to be perfect.
i have watched you, crying with an aching heart because some guy “ghosted” you, trying to find your worth in anything and everything around you–this week a guy, next week your sorority, the next alcohol. i see you working. like really working even while the tears slowly slide out of the corner of your eyes before you wipe them away before anyone can see. i watch as you try to fulfill this image that the world has convinced you that you have to be. and to most people, you fool them. to them, everything is fine. everything is perfect. you have it together. they admire you–beautiful, successful, always working, giving, and humble. and sure, those things may be true, but you are tired aren’t you. and yes, i know you pray, sometimes, but you have gotten lost in trying to create your own way that you have lost sight at the fact that God has given you that image, that vision, that mission in the first place. and you are tired as you try to “play God” in your life. so as the door closes to your apartment and you feel your soul release, i hear you whimper as you try to stay strong for just a little longer.
you feel the pressure in your chest as you pull your shoulders in closer to each other keep from breaking down at work, or at school, or on that date you know you probably shouldn’t be on. you swallow hard and squeeze your hands below in your lap closing your eyes for just a second to keep it together. and i watch you try to figure things out. writing and drawing and crossing things out in your planner. i watch your frustration when your pretty planner becomes darkened from the pencil erasing and become textured from the white out. how dare you use pen, i see you ask yourself in your head. i watch you look at such a mark of permanence with disgust, with fear. who do you think you are to have a confidence like that.
hey girl, take a minute…
yeah, you are not too busy…if you made it this far in the post, you know you need to take this minute.
do me a favor and just real quick bow your head, close your eyes
and surrender yourself to Him
because let me be clear with you, beauty. He does not expect you to be perfect. He does not expect you to fulfill these trying expectations of the world. He is not going to leave you alone in your times of confusion. He does not get angry at your lack of faith at times. He does not care if you are wearing a gucci belt or not. He is not ever going to be disappointed in you because He sees you. the one girl that you have gotten so good at hiding from the world.
and let me be clear, when this world tells you that you are not pretty enough, smart enough, giving enough, clean enough, perfect enough…when this world tells you that you are enough, He, the creator of this whole thing, will still call you precious.
i really need you to read that again and say it out loud under your breath.
He views you as precious.
right now. no strings. right now in your chaos, in your confusion, in your frustration, in your anxiety, in your self-deprecation, in the lacking that the world tells you that you have, in your fear.
you do not have to be perfect, sweet girl.
you can take a break.
you do not have to always be the one fighting for yourself because you have a God that will literally move mountains for you.
and will always be there when you call.
i see you.
i have watched you be strong for quite some time.
and i am telling you right now, you deserve His peace.
surrender.
1 Peter 2:9
9 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.
Always remember, my dear, that you are blessed, brilliant, and beautiful in His eyes and that has to count for something.
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