I’m writing over at My Freshly Brewed Life today about having refined confidence…not pride, but real confidence that is perfected by the God of all creation. Come and join me! 

I use to have confidence.
Confidence in which I could walk into a room, lift my head and be proud of who I was. Confidence in the things I did. I was good at school. I had my life planned out at an early age. I knew what I wanted and I knew what I needed to do to get it.
Confidence: “a feeling or consciousness of one’s powers or of reliance on one’s circumstances” (Merriam-Webster).
Through the years the confidence has waned. That girl who was self-reliant and so sure of herself has flittered away some (and I believe she took her waist size with her!)
Maybe it never really was confidence. Maybe it was pride.
A lot of it was pride…to continue reading click  here.
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