It seems like there's no place at the table for you. You feel the loneliness. The longing for friendship. The envy.
Lean in, dear. You belong.
Overwhelmed with ALL THE THINGS. You have 8 balls in the air and no matter how hard you hustle, 3 or 5 or all of them drop. You wonder why you can't handle things like so-and-so. What you didn't do whispers you're a failure.
Don't believe the lies. You are enough.
Guilt over that thing you said yesterday overwhelms you. You're convinced if others knew the things you've thought or done, they'd turn away from you.
Deep breath. You're forgiven.
You push away, but you long to be held close. You feel unworthy. Unlovable.
Look me in the eyes. You are unbelievably cherished.
Tired. Worn. Weary.
Rest now. You're safe here.
Heavy with grief overwhelming. The weight of it is too heavy, too much.
Take heart. This sadness is not yours alone to bear. And there is true peace and joy.
Worried over what's around the bend. The twists and turns. White knuckles on the wheel.
Lay the fear down. You're in good hands.
Life seems stuck and you're the only one not moving forward. You feel forgotten. Unseen.
Know this: You are the apple of His eye.
Dear one. You aren't defined by your feelings. Or by what you do or do not do.
Or by how others view you.
Or by your circumstances.
You are not your mistakes or your success.
On the best day and the worst day. In the streams and in the desert.
YOU ARE HIS.
The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.