I used to struggle with insecurity so much. I was always so wrapped up in the things that die. I latched onto this hope as if it would save me somehow. I found comfort in thinking I could cover up my insecurity by overcompensating with things that didn't make me look so weak. Living this way was a lie, and it took many trials to figure it out. As I write this, I know I have much to learn. I certainly don't think I've arrived, but experiencing this reality and understanding my true identity has woken me up. It's made my faith walk so much different. Finally, being secure in something gives me peace. I hope everyone can experience a kind of peace, even amid trials like the ones I've had to go through for the last two years. All of us have experienced a change in our world since the pandemic. The cloud is over us. Understanding our eternal security NOW is everything.