In the Middle of My Waiting
Today was one of those days when my mind became unbearably loud.
I found myself battling the same thoughts that have visited me so many times before. I stayed home while the hours slowly passed, and all I could think about was how my partner was out there working hard and sacrificing himself to provide for us. Meanwhile, I was here, feeling like I wasn't doing enough. The silence in the house seemed to amplify every insecurity I had.
Somewhere in the middle of all those thoughts, I started believing the lies again—that I am ugly, that I am useless, and that my worth is somehow tied to what I can contribute or how I look.
But those are lies.
The truth is that I am a daughter of God, created in His image and deeply loved by Him. My beauty is not measured by my appearance, my productivity, or how much money I make. My true beauty is found in a heart that seeks the Lord, trusts Him, and continues to surrender everything into His hands—even on the days when faith feels difficult.
With tears streaming down my face, I opened my Bible without knowing where to begin. I wasn't searching for a specific verse. I simply needed God.
When I turned the pages, I landed on Song of Solomon 4:1:
"Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful."
I cried even harder.
A part of me has been afraid that my partner's love for me might fade because of how I see myself and because of this season of waiting. But in that moment, I felt reminded that before anyone else calls me beautiful, I am already deeply loved by the God who created me. His love doesn't fluctuate with my circumstances, my appearance, or my accomplishments.
Today, I experienced God's faithfulness not through a miracle or a dramatic change in my situation, but through His Word. Through His love. Through the simple gift of waking up and living another day.
Sometimes I forget that every sunrise is evidence of God's mercy. If He had no purpose for me, today would never have come. The very breath in my lungs is a reminder that He is not finished with me yet.
So tonight, I don't want to surrender just one worry.
I want to surrender my entire life.
My fears. My insecurities. My desire to always have everything figured out. My need to measure my worth by worldly standards.
I place them all into the hands of Jesus.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I know who holds tomorrow.
And for tonight, that is enough.














