I have a laundry list of brokenness in my past.
A list that I struggle to surrender.
A list that I constantly check.
When I don’t measure up, my thoughts instantly drift to the parts of my past that tear at my soul.
With each failure, my list grows.
I fear my shortcomings define me.
I dread they measure my worth.
There have been times these pains have grown so big I feared finding my way again was impossible.
I saw myself as broken, guilty and worthless. On my darkest nights, these identities would cover me and leave me hopeless.
I spent a year and a half walking in these false truths, allowing them to dictate my mind and my heart.
I found myself fighting on the wrong side of the battle.
Do you ever find yourself fighting on the wrong side of the battle? Do you ever struggle with a broken past?
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