But you, O LORD, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.
I have two extremes:
I think I fail at everything…
I think I’m perfect.
Neither is right. Neither is how YHWH made me or sees me. I’m formed with enough ability to serve in ways He has called me, but also with enough inability to really rely and trust Him.
God reached me–through many various people and life experiences–He got through. I was confronted by his holiness and my imperfection. I was humbled.
But, softly and tenderly, He lifted my head.
Thanks be to God.