I think today I could fall over in exhaustion and it's days like these where I find myself succumbing to the claws of inadequacy. But I'm going to remember where my worth is rooted. This is what I've started to say to Jesus each morning.
Let my worth be rooted in You.
I wake up and say it, while I'm still beneath the white covers, huddled inside my sheltered cocoon.
Let my worth be rooted in You.
I'll walk to work and say it, while the sky hasn't woken up and the air is cold and my breath has begun to show.
Let my worth be rooted in You.
I'll tie my apron and say it, while I knot it behind my back and loop the string into the other and switch on the lights and lock the front door.
Let my worth be rooted in You.
I'll clock out for the day and say it, while I leave in a hurry and go home to my words and my art and my to-do list that most likely won't get done.
Let my worth be rooted in You.
I'll scan my Instagram and say it, while I see pictures of real people in their real lives, which are both beautiful and messy, both ordinary and remarkable.
Let my worth be rooted in You.
I'll wash my face and say it, while I brush my teeth and crawl into bed and get ready for a brand new day, one where I'll pray all over again that my worth may be rooted in You.
This is day thirty. You can find the rest of this series right here.
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