My shopping routine looks a bit like this: I need a special dress. So I go to all the stores that could potentially have the dress I need. I purchase as I go, collecting several options. I keep the tags on everything I buy, of course, until there are no more stores to explore. Then I go home, try on the dresses again, mix with various accessories, and hang them in my closet until a few days have passed and I can be sure I’m choosing the right one.
Next year it will be the 75th anniversary of the death of a young girl who penned her experience living a life independent of her circumstances. In The Diary of Anne Frank, Anne shared how she stayed strong even while in hiding from the Nazis during WWII. She wrote,
On the Sunday we launched our brand new church, every seat was filled and every heart overflowed. As church plant launches go, it was the success story we’d dreamed of and prayed for: so many there, and so many making commitments to Jesus...
I’m not good enough.
It’s a phrase I’ve played in my mind thousands of times since I was a child. It’s been my Achilles heel. And for so long, I’ve tirelessly toiled away to prove these words aren’t true about me. That I am good enough.
I didn’t expect to cry reading a Dr. Seuss book. I’m pretty sure that was not the author’s intended reaction to Oh the Places You’ll Go. Yet, there I was reading to my newborn son about the waiting room,