I don’t walk with my head high because of who I am. I walk with my head high because of who He is.
My confidence isn’t rooted in my strength, my talents, or my image, it’s rooted in a Savior who got down into the dirt with me. A King who didn’t just call from a distance, but stepped right into my mess, my failures, my broken places, and lifted me up.
When I was too weak to climb out, He got in with me. When I was too dirty to be touched, He reached anyway. When I was too lost to find a way, He became the way.
I don’t just bless the Lord when life feels good and the sun’s on my face. I bless Him when I’m bleeding in the valley. I shout His name when the walls are closing in. I praise Him when the mountain seems too far to even dream about. I beat my chest and It’s not for show, it’s the sound of a sinner who was spared.
Because I’ve learned, real faith isn’t built on the mountaintop. It’s built in the valley, when you have to fight to believe. It’s forged in the moments where every feeling tells you to quit, but His Spirit says, “Keep going.”
Jesus met me in the valley. Jesus walked with me through the storm. Jesus sat with me in the dirt, wiped the tears off my face, and gave me a reason to rise.
So no, my confidence isn’t in the applause.
It’s not in the approval. It’s not in my own ability. It’s not in what I can see. It’s in Him.
Jesus didn’t wait for me to clean up before He loved me. Jesus didn’t leave me in the pit I dug with my own hands. Jesus didn’t just offer me a second chance, He offered me a new life.
Whether I’m standing tall on the mountaintop or crawling hands and knees through a dark valley, I will bless His Name. I will shout His praise louder than my doubt, louder than my fear, louder than my pain.
Because my confidence has scars on it. It’s been through some things. It’s not naive.
It’s not fragile. It’s anchored in the One who overcame death itself to pull me out of the grave.
Jesus is my hope. Jesus is my security. Jesus is my confidence. I’ll never stop shouting it in the valley and I’ll shout it just as loud in the mountain top. Glory to God, in every season, in every battle, in every breath.
