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wilted

sometimes you just have to be honest.  i scribble out on paper the very things my heart is saying, feeling, needing.

part of me despairs.  part of me wonders if i’ll ever get it.  part of me wonders if i’ll always live with failure as my identity.  part of me wonders if i’ll always allow my emotions dictate my response to criticism.  part of me wonders if i’ll ever learn to respond with grace.  part of me wonders if i’ll ever believe what God says about me.

but i also tell myself that there’s good news.  there’s tomorrow — fresh, ready for me to taste of His wonderful new mercies.  and with tomorrow comes another opportunity for me to grab hold of His promises, choosing belief in the face of doubt.

that’s good news.

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