There are days when I walk on solid ground,
Secure of my footing, as I walk with Christ.
There are other days when I walk in insecurity,
knowing how completely and utterly I have failed repeatedly in my lifetime,
But those are the times I have forgotten the work of my redeemer.
There are days when I walk in doubt of my own self-worth,
Seeing a world around me that surpasses my achievements
My gifts, my abilities.
Who am I that God should be mindful of me?
Indeed… but yet He is.
He formed me in my mother’s womb.
He was there for each tumble I took, and each tear that fell.
He was there when I was wounded,
And is there to heal the scars.
Oh that my eyes would be riveted on Him,
That I may see his outstretched hands.
And, as I look squarely at his gaze that I see no disappointment in His eyes.
May I truly grasp that I am my beloved’s and He is mine.