I won’t lie to you, dear reader. This past week… I hope never to encounter another one like it. There are a plethora of reasons I could give as to why it was so hard, long, exhausting, etc. But, at the end of the day, it came down to one thing: insecurity.
My insecurities blew up in my face. Loud and proud. Everything from physical appearance to career performance to relationship ability.
Can you say “trifecta”?
I reached the breaking point on Saturday morning while I was walking around my neighborhood. If you know me, you know I cry about once a year… maybe.
With the sun shining and the skies radiant blue, I began to weep on the sidewalk.
It was such a beautiful display of irony– the sun warmed my skin while my tears washed my soul. It felt like the band-aid that I had put on a long-festering wound, God in His great mercy, lovingly peeled off so as to bring a season a true and whole healing.
I can’t say I “excited.” I’m not. I’m a little uncomfortable. I feel a little vulnerable and all too exposed.
I will say this though, I am joyful. I feel a sense of hope and anticipation being fed and refreshed. I am ready for a new breeze to come and blow away the dandelions of lies that so deceptively caught my attention.
I want to see lilies. I want to be a lily, clothed more beautifully than the richest of earthly Kings.