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Sometimes, when I just don’t know what else to do, when I don’t even know what I’m feeling, I journal. But these journal entries are not just words written on notebook paper; they are prayers from my heart to God’s.
Last Monday, I talked about how I handled rejection (and how I wanted to handle it), specifically in regards to my writing. But when I thought deeper about why such rejection can sting so much, this is what poured from my fingers onto the page. I pray it touches your spirit and reminds you that you aren’t alone.
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God, my heart feels worn out today, and for some reason, I just feel sad. Like I’m a failure. I know that’s a lie Satan whispers to my heart. Please, Lord, help me to replace the lies with Your Truth.
This writing dream—sometimes I get so impatient. I want to move quickly and learn and BOOM have an agent NOW and get published NOW. But so much of this process is about learning to rely on You, learning to trust You—learning that I can’t live a day without You.
But how often I forget that very thing.
It’s why I can so easily get depressed when I don’t get regular comments on my blog. I think, “Uh oh, do they see through me now? Do they think this post is dumb? That I don’t know what I’m talking about?”
Lord, when will I stop basing my self-worth on what others think of me and how others treat me?
When will I start to truly base my self-worth in being Your daughter, and not on what I do for a living?
On what I achieve?
On whether or not I ever get published?
Why do rejections have the ability to deflate my spirit? I don’t want them to.
Why do I base my self-worth on being pretty, or skinny, or stylish?
Why do I compare myself to others and think I’m not good enough?
I know this is not how I was meant to live.
You made me to live like a STRONG, BEAUTIFUL, VICTORIOUS Daughter of the King—something I don’t deserve one bit but a place of honor You’ve given me anyway.
Please keep reminding me that no matter what anyone says, You love me. I am Yours.
And that’s enough.
Your Turn: Have you ever based your self-worth on something other than being His? Have you ever used a prayer journal to get your thoughts out or just as a way to record your prayers?