Insecurities are dying to make a home where they do not belong
They are ready to feed off the things this world tells (us) me, that (we) i should be or do.
But, (We) I will not let them.
I will let them knock on my chest, with bags in hand trying to come into my heart. I will kindly tell them no thank you before shutting the door in their face. I will let them claw their way through this tangled mess I call my hair and watch as they try and get into my head. I will wash my hair and watch them go down the drain just like the dirty water that they have touched. I will tell them no thank you.
I will not let them stay longer than they are wanted, which is as soon as they have arrived. I will not let them run my life. I will not let them distract me from who I am created to be:
bold, wise, confidant, brilliant, joyful, loved, cherished, beautiful.
The world has set its standards. It has birthed insecurities, swaddled them in beautifully masked blankets, raised them to be something you must carry on your shoulders for the rest of our lives. The world has constantly shut up women like me:
Adventurous, loud, brave, independent, marvelous
But no longer (are we) am I to be silent. My dad has called me to be:
Radiant, Bold, fearless, Daring, Courageous, Strong, Boisterous
He has called (us) me to remember who (we are) I am and who (we are) I am created to be. When the world says “you can’t even.” He says, “I died so you can…even.” When the world says “fall in line.” He says, “We have long crossed that line.” When the world shouts its lies, He whispers, “Peace be still.”
And. It. Is.
So take the worlds standards of who we are “supposed” to be off your shoulders and tell them who you are:
Bold, Fearless, Child of the King of Kings, Free from the worlds definition of freedom, Alive, Shinning, A New Creation, Adventurous, Strong, Confidant, Loud, Wise, Marvelous, Loved, Beautiful. A Child Of God.
