I can choose
I can choose to dwell on my insecurities, my weaknesses, my hurts, disappointments, my frustrations and my failures, allowing the enemy to crush me under the weight of their load, or I can lay them at the foot of the cross with a broken spirit, stand back and watch God make beauty out of ashes as He weaves His golden threads in, around, over and through the confusion of my broken dreams. God doesn't want my perfection, He only desires a humble, repentant and willing heart. His desire is to pour His unconditional love and grace upon me to bless me, and give me peace, but He won't control me. He gives me the freedom to choose "His life" over the enemy's death. The choice is up to me.