All my life, I lived under a lie; I wasn’t enough.
Not good enough to be loved.
Not smart enough to succeed.
Not holy enough for God.
That lie? It echoed in my head louder than any truth. It came wrapped in the silence of my childhood home, in the absence of affection, in the words people never said. It came through comparison, rejection, and the deep ache of not being seen. I wore it like a second skin, believing that if I could just do more, be more, fix myself, maybe then I’d finally be enough.
But it was never true.
That lie didn’t come from God. It came from broken places, broken people, and a broken world.
God whispered something different, soft, but steady: You are chosen. You are called. You are mine.
It took time to believe Him. Time to silence the old voices and unlearn the lies. I had to confront wounds I didn’t want to touch and let go of labels that were never mine to carry.
But as I leaned into His truth, the lie began to lose its power. Slowly, painfully, beautifully, I started to see myself the way He always had.
If you’ve been carrying that same lie, if you think you’re too broken, too far behind, too messed up to be used, please hear me: God is not waiting for perfection. He’s waiting for surrender.
You are not disqualified. You are being prepared. Your past doesn’t cancel your purpose. Your wounds don’t void your worth.
God sees every part of you, and still, He calls you His. And that… that changes everything.
