I Love Myself
Not long ago, I asked a seven year old at work who she loved. I expected an answer somewhere along the lines of "I love my Mom" or "I love my Dad." Her answer caught me off guard. Without hesitation, she responded, "I love myself." Her response instantly made me chuckle because you have to love the honesty of a seven year old with Autism. Though her response was funny and full of confidence, she did make me stop and think.
She was on to something...
I have always struggled with the concept of loving myself due to many reasons, but don't we all. I have never and probably never will be the smartest, prettiest, or most popular one in a group. I struggle with my weight and I worry too much about what others think. I often feel unsuccessful, incapable of meeting high standards, and have a difficult time with being okay with who I am and what I do.
Even as I moved out of those teens years and into adulthood, I still continue to struggle with loving myself for what I am and what I bring to this world. I so often see my faults, rather than the good I bring. I compare myself to others and sometimes, I too quickly try to alter who I am to fit in. I have allowed others to deem me as unimportant and I often believed that.
But that seven year old had the right mindset. We need to love ourselves.
I am a child of the King. I was wonderful made and created in the image of the Lord. I am beautiful, smart, and one of a kind. He views me as important. I was important enough to die for, not just any death, but a brutal one.
I seem to always be on the journey of contentment, its a human struggle. But I am learning to love me. I'm learning to love who I am, what I offer, and what God created me to do and to be.
She was on to something...
I have always struggled with the concept of loving myself due to many reasons, but don't we all. I have never and probably never will be the smartest, prettiest, or most popular one in a group. I struggle with my weight and I worry too much about what others think. I often feel unsuccessful, incapable of meeting high standards, and have a difficult time with being okay with who I am and what I do.
Even as I moved out of those teens years and into adulthood, I still continue to struggle with loving myself for what I am and what I bring to this world. I so often see my faults, rather than the good I bring. I compare myself to others and sometimes, I too quickly try to alter who I am to fit in. I have allowed others to deem me as unimportant and I often believed that.
But that seven year old had the right mindset. We need to love ourselves.
I am a child of the King. I was wonderful made and created in the image of the Lord. I am beautiful, smart, and one of a kind. He views me as important. I was important enough to die for, not just any death, but a brutal one.
I seem to always be on the journey of contentment, its a human struggle. But I am learning to love me. I'm learning to love who I am, what I offer, and what God created me to do and to be.
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