Discouragement
Discouragement is a force in my life. Most of the time I feel it hanging over me, making me slouch in my chair. I can feel it in my stomach. It warms the back of my neck. It makes me feel so foolish. It really makes me embarrassed to be me. Discouragement lies to me. It lies so well. It takes all of the things I’m good at and makes me ashamed of them. If I’m great at meeting people - it makes me feel like a flake. If I come up with an amazing idea - it makes me feel like a loser who could never actually pull it off. Discouragement yells at me to “shut up!” I have nothing important to say. Anything that I would say would just come across as dreams of a man with his head in the clouds or empty platitudes by a Pastor. Discouragement tells me that people can’t really change. I am who I am and that’s all I will ever be. That man over there will never be any better off than he is right now, no matter wh...