When my heart and mind are fighting deeper insecurities and doubt, when I hear the whispers of the enemy spewing lies of rejection or shame, I remember another love story that began before I was even born.

God chose me before the creation of this world. I was knit together by Him in my mother’s womb on purpose and for a purpose, and his love for me is perfect.

I'll be the first to admit that some of my plans would have actually changed the course of my life for the worse had they succeeded. And there are dreams in my heart that seemed so perfect I still question, "why not, Lord? Why didn't you bless those plans?" (like my expectations for my children)So where does that leave us and our beautifully calendared days, bullet journals, and to-do lists? What about our goals and action plans, our vision boards and Pinterest boards? What of our hopes for our children, plans for our retirement , and our dream vacation?