I wrote the word on my arm yesterday in sharpie, and re-wrote it today. I'll go over it again in the morning.
Why?
I stepped out on a limb a couple times last week- told some dear friends exactly how bad I've been feeling. How broken I've been. Apparently I've hidden it well- too well. "If you're having that much trouble and still laughing, I'm really worried about folks who aren't..." I decided on Wednesday I would talk to one of two friends. I ran into both together in a hallway with noone else. Coincidence? ha! Then Sunday I snagged another dear friend and talked with her too. I got this from her the next morning.
When I asked God what He would like me to pray for you - what His heart and will are for you, He said one word "courage". So I am praying for you to be filled with His love, to sense the greatest measure of His Presence in your daily life so that you can be filled and empowered with the courage that emanates from Him. (Eph 3:16- May He grant you out of the rich treasury of His glory to be strengthened and reinforced with mighty power in the inner man by the Spirit. )It wasn't the word I would have chosen or expected. But the more I dwelt on it- the more I prayed, I saw how truly I need it.
I am constantly in fear that what I do isn't good enough, my gifts and skills are not sufficient to the task. And this is where my insecurity lies.
But -my- gifts and -my- skills aren't what counts. It's God's grace and power working through me. The talents He's given me. And He's more than enough.
All I need is the courage to step back and let Him work.
