I've prayed for so long to have a healthy mind and to truly know what living in Christ's freedom feels like.
And I'm there now.
Here's what I've learned: it has nothing to do with me. There's no amount of "goodness" I can accomplish.
There's only the sitting still, the staying armored, and knowing the voice of my Lord.
Growing up, Mother Teresa was a formidable character for me. How could I ever live up to her greatness and be the perfection God requires?
But here's another thing: the only perfection He requires is through the perfect sacrifice of His beautiful Son, who took our place, and now?
Now we see freedom.
As for Teresa? She said once that she doubted God's existence, and it made me like her all the more.
Because then I finally knew. I had no one to live up to but the person God has always known me to be.
