I have been bombarded by streams of feeling unworthy since this season. It has been a major learning and growth curve; a journey to self-awareness.
Overcoming the monsters in my dreams seem far-fetched. Doubting if I can be one of the few and perhaps be signed up for greatness.
Will I make it? Do I have what it takes? Am I made for this? Is this what I love to do and my passion — in the first place?
More and more questions and doubts set in. At times I feel I am winning but then again I find myself doing the same thing. And very soon I find myself stagnant. I allowed my situation to hold me captive which eventually becomes my jail cell.
Have you ever been into a fog, stress place? Wherein you relentlessly questioned and judged your slow progress in life? Where playing the blame game was never an option. After all, you were the culprit for that state of misery you had fallen into.
One illustration of this is my faith journey. As you can probably tell, I grew up attending church. Your typical Christian girl since a little girl who attends Sunday School, sings hymns, and participates in presentations. Our church is small thus, it calls for more involvement. One, in particular, is the music ministry.
