Gosh, guys. Some days I feel on top of the world. I can easily see the beautiful things. I recall the hope I have and remember who I am.
Other days, like today, I feel my brokenness with an overwhelming clarity. I want to hide. I want to cry.
These are the days when I practice talking back to the ugly voices in my head. I remind myself that I was made from love and am loved.
My brokenness is not so great that it can’t be redeemed.
That I was made as an image-bearer of God.
But even then, even then some days, like today, I have no more words and all I can whisper on repeat is, “God, have mercy.” And I must believe that it’s when I reach the end of myself, I find the beginning of it all.