really?

those were the days when i get shrouded by the darkness in me, fears and insecurities. those were the days when a look could make or break me, when a withheld expression can crush me, when an expressed one can elate me. those were terrible days because my 'happiness' was always dependent on other people, and the self/flesh in me, and that, never gave solid security.

i know that im bought at a great price, i was crafted and knitted together in my mother's womb by God Himself, that before the foundations of the world, He chose me. i know that im found in Jesus and im as precious as how much Jesus was willing to die for me.

but sometimes, moments of days, like today, i dont have much strength to believe in these beautiful promises.

maybe i just need to sleep. and tomorrow will always be better.