The Lies I Believe

These are the lies that I tell myself.
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That I’m a poor communicator and slow-witted since I prefer to think first and speak later.
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That I’m ineffectual at my job because I don’t have two specific letters after my name. That I have no business telling people what they need to do to be happy, because I’m still trying to figure it out for myself. 
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That I’m an inferior leader. That I’m average and ordinary, inadequate and never enough. Ordinary people rarely are impactful.
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That being so tall makes me less feminine.
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That I’m not a nurturing, fully-engaged mother because I like my job and I want a career.
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That since my hair is getting thin and my eyelids are getting crinkly, one day my husband will become bored with me.
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That my social anxiety is an acceptable excuse to avoid the people that I need to reach out to.
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That since I have nothing original to say, I shouldn’t bother writing anything at all.
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That everyone has to like me.
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These are LIES. Real lies. These lies are truly offensive to a Creator who made me in a very specific way, with a very specific skill set, and whatever my deficiencies are His grace is all I need. 🌱
This is the truth that God speaks over me.
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I am worthy.
I am loved.
I am enough.
I am His.
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It really is this simple.
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So when the lies come, this is what I will hold onto.