Kim Moore Delp

Confidence In Fear Sunday, March 16 Psalm 27:1-6 About a year ago, I was diagnosed with skin cancer and was told I would probably need to have a portion of my lip removed—only three weeks after noticing an abnormality on my lip. A week later I was having surgery, scared and praying for a miracle; I felt the presence of God tangibly. One hour later I was told that the cancer that should have been there was gone! Most people in David’s situation would probably feel hopeless.

We all have that voice inside us — that internal monologue that narrates our inner and outer struggles and successes. If I had to Define The Relationship with mine, I’d say, “It’s Complicated”. Sometimes she is my biggest cheerleader, besides my grandmother, of course. But sometimes she has so little self-confidence and is filled with so much self-doubt, I wouldn’t willingly be her friend. She loves to tell me I’m not smart enough; I’m not good enough; I’m not liked enough; I’m simply not enough.

My middle name is Hope. Not figuratively, but literally. It is right there in black and white on my birth certificate, black print on green paper to be exact. I was born in the 70s and apparently they didn’t reserve avocado green just for the refrigerators back then. It is customary for southern ladies to drop their middle names and keep their maiden names when they marry, but I chose to legally keep my middle name instead.