Lord, I have been performing again.
For the room. For the algorithm. For the people whose approval I am still trying to earn — most of whom never asked me to earn anything.
It is exhausting. And it has not worked.
Help me unhook. Loosen the grip on who is watching. Quiet the voice in my head doing the play-by-play of how I'm coming across.
You did not ask for the performance. You asked for me. The actual one. The one underneath the version I'm presenting.
If they like me, fine. If they don't, fine. I am not for them. I am Yours.
Let the only audience that matters be the One that has already loved me past the show.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.