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Paralyzed By Inadequacy

At times it is as if I've been hit by a tidal wave of feelings of inadequacy and fear and it can knock me off my feet.  My heart becomes swamped with those voices of condemnation that I cannot provide enough; am not working hard enough; can't do enough and am not enough.  

In these conditions I face the only two choices of a drowning person.  Flog, flail and reach for anything to make me feel better and rid me of these anxious thoughts.  Or float.  Recognize and stay in the situation until I'm rescued by the only one who can save me.   


I can try to do it myself but will drown.  The only freedom from self condemnation is in the knowledge that I have been set free from the law and sin and death!!!!!!!!  

I am in full surrender Lord floating on this tidal wave of feelings of self condemnation and inadequacy knowing that you alone know how to pull me out of this mess!!!!!  You alone can put my feet back on solid ground of reality and truth.




Romans 8:1-4  "So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus! Because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death.  For what the law was powerless to do because it was weakened by the flesh, God did by sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh to be a sin offering. And so he condemned sin in the flesh, in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fully met in us, who do not live according to the flesh but according to the Spirit.

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  1. The RobertsDecember 8, 2010 at 8:49 AM

    I feel the same at times about not being able to keep up with everything and get panic attacks over it. Not fun.

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  2. Heather Ann GillDecember 29, 2010 at 8:42 PM

    Isn't it something that we drive ourselves to panic? It not fun at all, I would agree. Maybe together we can make a dent in the craziness!

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