Confidence: A God-Given Spark

Confidence: A God-Given Spark

Confidence, as defined in the dictionary, is “feeling or showing confidence in oneself; self-assured.” But for me, confidence was never just a feeling—it was a spark. A divine spark. From the time I was a child, it burned quietly inside me, pushing me to explore, to question, to reach beyond what was visible. I wasn’t loud or boastful, but I was bold in my own way. I had a hunger to understand the world around me, and that hunger was rooted in something deeper than mere curiosity. It was spiritual. It was sacred.

I remember being the kind of boy who couldn’t leave a toy untouched. I had to know how it worked. I’d take apart my own toys, and sometimes even other kids’ toys—not to destroy them, but to discover their secrets. I wanted to see the gears, the springs, the wires. I wanted to understand the design, the intention, the hidden mechanics. That drive wasn’t random. It wasn’t just a personality quirk. It was a gift from God.

Though I didn’t fully grasp its purpose back then, I used it the only way I knew how: through sacrifice and exploration. I sacrificed playtime for investigation. I explored not just toys, but ideas, emotions, and even spiritual truths. I was drawn to things that others overlooked. I saw meaning in the mundane. I felt the presence of something greater even in the smallest details. That was confidence—not arrogance, not pride, but a quiet assurance that I was made for something more.

Jeremiah 1:5 (KJV) says, “Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.” That verse speaks directly to the heart of who I am. It reminds me that my confidence wasn’t born from circumstance—it was woven into my being before I ever took my first breath. God knew me. God sanctified me. God ordained me. And that ordination came with gifts—curiosity, boldness, resilience, and yes, confidence.

But confidence isn’t always easy to carry. Especially when the world tries to dim your light. As I grew older, I encountered situations that challenged my sense of self. I faced rejection, confusion, and spiritual battles that made me question my worth. I saw things in people—family, friends, strangers—that didn’t make sense. I witnessed brokenness, manipulation, and cycles of pain. And in those moments, confidence felt more like a burden than a blessing.

Yet even in the midst of those trials, the spark remained. It flickered, but it never went out. Because God doesn’t give gifts to be wasted. He gives them to be refined. My childhood curiosity became a tool for healing. My boldness became a voice for truth. My desire to understand became a ministry of compassion. I began to see that confidence wasn’t just about believing in myself—it was about believing in the One who made me.

Confidence is spiritual. It’s prophetic. It’s the ability to walk into a room and know you belong—not because of your status or your achievements, but because God sent you. It’s the courage to speak when others are silent. It’s the strength to stand when others fall. It’s the wisdom to discern when others are confused. And it’s the humility to know that all of it comes from above.

I’ve learned that confidence doesn’t mean you have all the answers. It means you trust the One who does. It means you’re willing to ask questions, to wrestle with doubt, to face your fears, and still move forward. It means you understand that your life has purpose—even when the path is unclear. It means you recognize the divine spark within you and refuse to let the world extinguish it.

Confidence is also contagious. When you walk in your God-given identity, others take notice. They may not understand it, but they feel it. They see the light. They hear the truth. And sometimes, your confidence becomes the key that unlocks someone else’s healing. That’s why it’s so important to protect it. To nurture it. To guard it against the lies of the enemy and the wounds of the past.

I’ve had to reclaim my confidence more than once. I’ve had to go back to the Word, back to prayer, back to the promises of God and remind myself who I am. Not who the world says I am. Not who my failures say I am. But who God says I am. A prophet. A vessel. A child of purpose. And every time I do, that spark grows stronger.

So to anyone reading this who feels like their confidence has been shaken—remember Jeremiah 1:5. Remember that you were known before you were born. You were sanctified. You were ordained. Your gifts are not accidents. Your boldness is not a flaw. Your curiosity is not a distraction. They are all part of your divine design.

Confidence is not just a trait—it’s a calling. It’s a God-given spark that lights the way through darkness. And when you walk in it, you don’t just change your life—you change the lives of those around you.

That verse reminds me that my identity and purpose were known before I ever took my first breath.