I’m frightened to trust you God, as my authority figures have been: Distant Set too higher expectations Not there for me Shown me that acceptance is tied up with perfection.
I am not perfect. I am a failure.
You certainly wouldn’t want to dance with me. If you do, you are just being nice, but then you will go.
I am too weak to walk on my own, yet too fearful to trust if I am rejected.
I will rely on me. I am exhausted, the burden is too heavy.
I choose to trust you Lord. I choose to believe who you say you are: My daddy God You love me unconditionally You are here. You are safe.
Show me how to dance again.
To walk away from my cage of doubt, fears, control and conditions.
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