Perhaps you know a woman deep in the trenches of insecurity, competition, and comparison. Perhaps that woman is you. Sometimes that woman is me. For the struggling and the weary, a prayer:
Though she may go forth into this week as a woman who seems confident and on top of things, You are not blind to the way her soul sags beneath its heavy load.
She is stumbling and she is exhausted. Not Enough circles her like the scary movie mist that lingers between headstones in the graveyard. The tape plays a mocking loop in her mind:
Not thin enough. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough. Not Supermom enough. Not Superwife enough. Not stable enough. Not committed enough. Not rich enough. Not worthy enough.
She is a huntress of self-esteem, turning over every leaf and every rock in pursuit of a cure for her insecurity. The hunt urges her to compare herself to others—and she does.
Insecurity swells, doubt expands, authenticity flees. She finds herself slipping on the shoes of others and walking wasted miles as someone she is not in the name of appearances.
Unrealistic expectations loom out on the horizon and she moves her leaden legs in their direction, but really they are mirages. Watery illusions leading her on into emptiness.
She has eyes only for what she lacks.
Her self-image grows fragile, brittle—like a sheet of early November ice, whisper thin, a breath away from shattering.
The more she compares, the more she withers. She becomes a papery husk of the flourishing woman You created her to be.
Meet her in her need. Make known to her the immense richness of her identity in You.
Draw her out from the graveyard of Not Enough, where souls perish in the mist, and plant her by the streams of Your faithfulness and sufficiency.
Remind her that only in You is she utterly exposed yet irrevocably loved. Teach her gently that comparison and competition are soul crushers and pride feeders. Before her eyes, expose the quest for self-esteem for what it is: a hollow hunt for something only You can give.
Shower her with affirmations of her esteem and worth as Your daughter, fearfully and wonderfully made, intricately and uniquely fashioned, relentlessly pursued and cherished, destined and equipped for a purpose of eternal proportions.
Teach her to hold loosely to the world and its opinions and to turn away from the path of judgment and envy.
Reveal to her the wayward words of self-rejection she has spoken over herself for far too long.
Beam the truth into her soul that in Christ, she is beloved and bought with a price. This is the truest, greatest story she will ever know.
Weave confidence and wonder into her heart. Delight her with freedom. Surprise her with joy.
Galaxies were shaped by the hands that shaped her soul. Remind her of this. You are with her and You are within her—Shepherd, Guardian, Father, Friend.
May she hear Your voice, know its tones, and respond to its calls.
Because of You she is exceedingly esteemed and valued. In Your extravagant mercy You offer her grace.
Grant her the courage to her open her palm and accept it.
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