There's a girl, older now. She doesn't see herself as pretty. She's waiting to hear her worth, as defined by a boy. But, it doesn't happen. Shyness and values keep her from what she deems as happiness. Self-doubt creeps in.
There's a girl. She thinks she's better than most, a goody-goody, holier than thou attitude. But, she's not winning friends; she's not even winning souls for Christ. Drowning in a delusion of religion, not relationships.
There's a girl. That same fear of loneliness creeps. Loneliness is a creeper, a stealer of joy. All her friends are finding love. Why isn't she?
What if I told you that all of these girls were me, at one point in my life? It's true.
What's even worse than this brutal heart-wrenching drive down past emotions is that I found myself with a similar thought this week. A simple but joy-stealing thought: I am not good enough. I found myself comparing who I am to who other people are.
That's a dangerous game to play. One of my husband's favorite songs is "Remind me Who I am". Yes, there's a girl. But, that girl grew up. She became a woman. This woman knows that there is a God.
There is a God who loves us, unconditionally. Not because He has to, but because He chose us. He chose me. He chose you.
There is a God who calls us beautiful. And chosen. And His.
There is a God who values a relationship with Him over anything our religion presses into us.
So, when "that girl" looks back at you in the mirror with disgust, doubt, and criticism, hold you head high. Look at her and tell her, "Yes, I see you. But, I also know that there is a God. And, He loves me... just as I am. I am beautiful. I am chosen. I am enough. I am His."
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