Similar, but not the same.

Basically I can’t stop thinking about how having poor self-esteem is not the same as being insecure. Stepping on sidewalk cracks makes me insecure, but it doesn’t change a think about me. In the same way, sometimes the moments I feel my self-esteem plummet are the very moments I acknowledge how loved I am. The two just aren’t the same.

I’ve been thinking about this, too. Remember when the disciples are in the boat with Jesus and that storm is raging on, and Jesus is… freaking SLEEPING! Can you imagine the disciples wondering over and over “HOW can he sleep through this??” Me too, disciples. Me too. There are many storms in my life where I feel as  if Jesus is catching some z’s, completely oblivious to the imminent danger ahead. Glad I’m not alone.

The new day dawns and I am practicing my purpose once again
it is fresh and it is fruitful if I win, but if I lose… I don’t know…

All will be well, even after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself.

All will be well.
You can ask me how, but only time will tell.


I’ve kinda started biting my nails again, which is so unfortunate because I’ve been doing so well.


That’s all, kind of. There’s always more but I’m too tired… maybe lazy. but mostly tired.