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. ...
Choosing joy along the way