Long-term
history contributed to my insecurity and uncertainty. I picking up a little
here and there. Things people said. Things people did. Ways people looked at
me. It all added up to me not feeling good enough. Add to all of that, the
world’s view of a warped perfection—no physical flaws, not one pound
overweight—actually underweight seems better in the world’s eyes, having every
goal met, having all your ducks in a row, seeking to have it all. It’s no
wonder that I didn’t measure up.
But
God speaks differently. He speaks of a love that loves me in the middle of my
messes. He doesn’t wait for me to have it all together. He loves me instantly
and completely. He doesn’t want me to stay sinful but He gently leads me to
change. Not to measure up to what other people consider worthy but to measure
up to His plan for me. His plan is attainable. With His help, it’s attainable
one day at a time. Unlike the very unattainable perfection that the world
offers, God’s plan won’t keep me striving and striving on a treadmill that’s
going nowhere.
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