young lady going through the process of
transitioning from brokenness to wholeness.
On this particular day, she was having a hard
time believing that she deserved to be made
whole, and was ready to throw in the towel.
“I want to give up” she said, “why is it soeasy for me to believe for others, but so
hard for me to believe for myself?”
She sounded just like me about a year ago.Ready to call it quits because I could not find
the courage to believe that I deserved to be
made whole and have an abundant, joyful
Now I could freely encourage and believe for my fellow sisters, but when it came to me, not so
much. But why not? Why couldn’t I have that same enthusiasm for myself?
I did not realize it then, but I now know that I simply could not get over myself. I could not see
past my issues and struggles. I refused to look beyond my faults. I convinced myself that I could
never be more than a woman filled with guilt and shame, and did not deserve redemption.
The adversary did not need to use anyone else to work against me because I had become my own
worst enemy, fighting against myself. Whenever I would gain a small ounce of belief, I’d instantly
diminish it with self-demeaning thoughts.