Ballerina in the making...

NOT!

I wanted to protest.
I mean, c'mon! I've never taken a single ballet class in my life until August last year!
And we're like what, doing intermediate stuff?

But what he said is true.
If I wanna be in prof school, I gotta do better than what I'm doing.
Talk about inadequacy.

The voices keep coming back.
"You're not good enough. You're such a flop. You're a failure. You're not talented enough. You're not slim enough, not strong enough, not graceful enough. Your arms aren't long enough."
I'm not enough.
Period.
That's basically what it keeps trying to have me convinced of.

Are we in war zone yet?
I know I'm out on the front line, that's for sure.
I'm walking in Jesus' light, and the devil ain't too happy about it.

Don't think I don't know what's happening.
I was aware of it right from the start.
The enemy has lost his subtlety.
Well he tries to be, but I'm familiar with his tricks.

The Voice of Truth is still calling...
Gently...
Clearly...
Unwavering.

If I shut out the hustle from around me, I can still hear the still, small voice calling out to me.
"You are enough. You are more than enough."
It's so hard to believe sometimes, but it's the only reason I have that keeps me moving on.
Jesus finds me enough, more than enough.
And he wants me to dance for him.