Sometimes, you can lose your self. And even your confidence. Sometimes, the enemy’s lies start getting louder than the truth of God. Or your confidence never fully bloomed from the start. May you see yourself through the eyes of God. May you come to love yourself because God first loved you and His love for you is beyond measure. May you remember your worth is not predicated upon what you do or what titles you bear. May you heal and exhale in the presence of a gracious and patient God. May you remember you are fearfully and wonderfully made. May you walk into the room with the brightest smile, a persevering and resilient attitude, and a peaceful heart as you learn to trust God through each day.
Here is a snippet of my poem, titled Real Confidence.
…When my confidence enters the room
May it be quiet, regal, and signaturely pleasant
As a sweet, elegant perfume
When I put on the shoes I can fit
I will walk confident
I too have fallen short of the glory of God
But I was heaven sent
…I am heaven sent
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