God,

You are my joy. You are the re-framer of my thoughts. Tonight, I was tempted to replay critical self-talk in my mind, but all of a sudden I thought..." How does God see me?"  I was thinking so hard about how others see or think of me, that I lost sight of the most important view.

And I know Lord, that you would say... "She's been holding fast more than you know. She's been trying so hard. This girl, my child, is beautifully broken but incredibly loved.  Although she wonders from time to time, she earnestly wants to do the right thing. Sometimes she just has some trouble trusting me that I know what I'm doing.  But this child, my child, she is just who I want her to be. She may not understand the intricate web of personality traits that I've given her, but I have designed her in a way that no other person could replicate her. I want her heart. I want to grow her. And I will bring her through. I can't wait to show her what is in store...

God. You search me and know me.  I pray that I can trust who you tell me I am through your word, rather than the moments of self-bashing that don't help me grow.