Strip me of my pride. Show me my flaws. And help me change.
These are the words I find myself praying over and over again. Too easily I fall into the habit of trying to have it all together, all the time. I have tricked myself into thinking that my desire to be my best self is cultivated in me striving for perfection. When in reality, it is far from perfection where the best person I can be starts to grow. In honesty with myself, in the rawness of past hurt and baggage I carry is where healing and growth is found. I need to be stripped of my pride.
Show me my flaws, for I am weak. I lugging my flaws with me through my days and I ignore them because they are often small but the longer I carry them with me the heavier they get. I stumble and fall every day and I won’t ignore it any more but I won’t beat myself up about it either. I’m good enough for God as my fractured and floored self.
In this incredible grace that is shown to me is where I will find my motivation to change. Only when I see how desperately I need to saved everyday do I realise that it is only by this same grace can I change at all. As I open myself up I see how God slowly chips and carves away as my old self to make me closer and closer to a reflection of this grace.