He Carries Me

In my old life, I tried to do everything on my own. I had to prove to everyone that I was capable, hiding behind a mask of perfection so they wouldn't see my brokenness. Each morning, I would pull myself out of bed and face another day, exhausted, weary, but unable to surrender to the One who formed me in my mother's womb and had great plans for me. I just couldn't believe that He could love me after so many mistakes, so many times shutting the door in His face and refusing to let go.
And when I couldn't take another step, at the end of my rope, buried deep under debt and despair, I opened the door and invited Him in. And He didn't yell, or shame me, or ask me what took me so long. He picked me up in His arms and carried me... and He said, "Don't be afraid, for I am with you. Don't be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand." Isaiah 41:10 NLT