If you had asked me 10 years ago, 2 years ago, or even 2 months ago if I was bold I would have told you yes. Even if I didn’t believe it myself, I would have lied. But who would I be trying to convince…myself or you?
You know that saying “fake it till you make it?” Well the thing is I don’t want to fake it anymore.
I’m done.
The past few weeks I have had confidence spoken over me by so many friends on my squad. God keeps repeating it, just through different mouths. To be confident in who I am, confident in the gifts God has given me, confidence in how I sing, confidence in my “lion’s mane” hair (as I like to call it). Just confidence, period, in whatever form.
Believing in myself is hard. But I will not look at it as a challenge anymore. I AM the bold little girl that my Father created me to be 23 years ago. My identity is not in who someone else says I am. My identity is in the destiny He has created me for. How can I not be confident in that?
I refuse to believe that I have to fake anything. My Father has already won the battle for my heart and in that statement alone lies my confidence. Fear of people’s thoughts isn’t from God; that is straight from the mouth of Satan. That I’m not good enough, that I’m not worth listening to, that my gifts aren’t adequate.
Ridiculous.
Because I am fearfully and wonderfully made in my Father’s image whom then shall I fear?
“But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”
Jeremiah 17:7-8
