I am the woman my husband chose to marry.
So I am the woman he should have married.
This belief is a risk. It frightens me to step out of the boat, to walk on the watery depths of trust. To believe I am enough is to live unchained from my own expectations – a prison so familiar I return to it just to feel safe. Yet each time I return I end up locked inside, Inadequacy holding the key.
She used to stand outside those bars on my heart, saying: You will never be enough.
Now I answer her: I already am.
“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” (2 Cor. 12:9)
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A version of this piece originally appeared at phyliciamasonheimer.com, published with permission.
