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HIStory: A Legacy That Will Not Fail

Some days I feel like a ghost. 
Some weeks I look back and feel like I've been a ghost.
Sometimes I look back and wonder if I've been a ghost all my life.
Invisible. Unnoticed. Unloved. Unworthy. Not Enough. Transparent. Non-existent.
Does anyone even know I'm here?
Have I made any difference at all?
Sometimes (most of the time) my voice is quiet. I feel like I go unheard. Like no one is listening.
Sometimes I allow the lies to seep in and convince me that my voice is insignificant.
      "no one cares what you have to say. they won't listen. you just shouldn't say anything at all."

And so I don't. I remain silent. I buy into the lie that I am unworthy. That I am not enough. That I'm alone. That I will never be heard.



But then... then... sometimes I hear His small, still voice.
       "I love you. If I care for the birds, how much more will I care for you? Cast all your cares on me.
        I will be your strength. I am with you always, to the very end of the age."

Why do I allow this anxiety to consume me?
It seems to so easily penetrate.
And yet I know the lies are just that. Lies.
And fear is the result of belief in the lies.

But with God there is no fear. He is perfect love. And perfect love drives out fear.
He gives me a voice. He gives me peace. He says that I am beautiful.
I don't have to compare myself to anyone else because my mirror isn't the world, but God.
Do I reflect Him?

I don't have to be anxious about anything because I can do all things through His strength.
I am more than a conqueror through Him.
I can trust that His plan will bring hope, future, and beauty.
He has allowed me to enter into His plan. It is a story where every role is important. Significant. Unique. Lovely. And it is only through Him.
It is HIS story. His-story. History.
His story allows me to leave a legacy in this world that is for His glory.
And it makes history.

So let's release the anxiety. Raise our burdens up. Let God take them. For His burden is light and easy to bear.
Let's let God be our mirror. Because anything else will not satisfy.



We are not ghosts, but beloved CHILDREN. Beloved sons and daughters. Beloved princes and princesses. Beloved. Of the one true King. Prince of Peace. 
Heavenly Father. Abba. Daddy.
Let's trust in His plan for the future. Trust in His beautiful story.
Because (spoiler alert)...

He wins in the end.



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