Whac-A-Mole
I recently sat down to partake in some much needed solitude with God. But as I began to sort through my thoughts and start a conversation with Him, I was overwhelmed by the fact that what I was about to offer up to God - my few hours of solitude, my feeble thanks, my silly problems - was such an unworthy offering, that it made me want to stop right there. If I can't give Him the time and attention and praise that He deserves, then why bother. If I can't be consistent with Him, then why should He show up when I finally clear MY schedule for Him. His holiness was glaring in sharp contrast to my pathetic human attempt at connection. I felt small. I felt insignificant. I felt like a failure. And so just like that, I instantly let discouragement settle in and the lie took root that "I was not enough". A researcher and speaker named Brene Brown (who I recommend) talks about how many of us wake up in the morning and the first thing we think is "I didn't get enou...