Tell me I’m good enough.
Tell me you like my ideas, and that you think I’m really smart and super wise…and funny.
Most importantly, tell me that I’m living right. Tell me that what I’m doing (or not doing) is approved by God. You tell me that.
I want to be approved by you because I think you’re better than I am. I think you’re smarter and wiser and you have an inside look into God that I don’t.
So please, please approve me.
Jesus, thank you that you love me, pride-filled, approval-seeking, impatient, foolish, bumbling, me.
Thank you for giving me a yoke that is lighter than the one I would choose for myself.
Thank you for not asking me to be good enough, or smart enough.
Thank you for being the perfect One. Thank you for making me perfect through you (this is beyond my realm of understanding – thank you!)
Would you help me, Father, to look to you and not to others for approval. Would you remind me everyday that you are the only one who has authority over my life. Whisper louder than the enemy. Help me to believe you in the dark.
And Father, help me try not to be the authority in other people’s lives, instead, help to see them as you do. Compel me to love without condition.
Holding onto your grace for dear life, because it is life-saving. Amen.
“My soul, wait in silence for God only,
For my hope is from Him.” Psalm 62:5