Today I felt the familiar ache of not being enough.Not pretty enough.
Not athletic enough.
Not kind enough.
Not diligent enough.
Not organized enough.
Not confident enough.
Not strong enough to keep these thoughts away.
It's such an empty, ugly place to be.
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I'm sorry you felt that way today. And I agree that it truly is an ache more than it is a feeling... I pray that God turns your mourning into dancing, your dry waterbeds into floods, your dying flowers into blooming, and your ashes into beauty. It is an ache Grace, but a passing one... You are in my prayers.
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