BE

A pit in my lower stomach-slightly sour, tense hands, stiff shoulders, straight neck...gosh why am I on edge? Nothing in my circumstances would warrant this anxiousness.

I was getting the lemons out of the fridge at work on my way to cut them for iced teas I'd serve later that day and I simply asked Him under my breath, "Why am I so anxious?"

And wisdom filled my thoughts, "Because you are always trying to compete. You want to be the best. You're trying to do things that keep you believing that you are the best. The best coworker, sister, leader, wife, friend, daughter. And it's tearing you apart inside trying to keep that together. You are petrified of making a mistake, of looking wrong."

I realized that that fear of looking "wrong" has left me quick to smile, carrying buried opinions and unspoken no's, wishing I could just be.

Jesus...would you continue to help me stop judging all my actions. Lord would You help me believe I'm loved in and through my mistakes.

"And I pray that I , being rooted and established in love, may have the power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge that I may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." Ephesians 3:17-19