Just about the time I think I’ve kicked a lifetime of insecurity to kingdom come, it sneaks back up on me.

Drat.

One moment I’m on top of the world; the next moment I’m deep in doubt. Questioning everything from my mothering and writing to how I look in a mirror and clean the house (or, rather, don’t clean the house). It gets old, this wrestling for security. I want the matter of confidence to be settled, over, done. Not just in my head, but in my heart.

Last week, FaithLife Women featured a post I wrote about this constant reaching for reassurance. Two stories of two women, separated by generations but joined in their constant reaching. One grieved, the other gained. In the end, it was all about finding the Right Feet:

“She crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, tears pouring. Oblivious to her desperation, her husband grabbed his car keys and hastily packed bags in a single motion. “Please…don’t leave …” 

[You can read more here.]

Where does insecurity sneak up on you?