A picture of your biggest insecurity
Maybe it was subconsious. I had every intention, at least a week ago, of sitting down and finishing all these 30 Picture Challenge posts ahead of time. And then I got to this one. Ouch. Insecurity. Was I really ready to open myself up like that?
And then, I forgot. And life got in the way. And Beth caught me. :)
So, I have to get this done. My biggest insecurity.
Is me.
It seems like I am in a constant battle. Who I am. How others see me. How God sees me. How I see myself. I am 31 years old, and for some reason I feel like I am supposed to have all this figured out. But I dont. And rather than cut myself some slack and show myself the grace I give others, I beat myself up.
Slowly, I am learning to be comfortable in my own skin. But it has taken a while.
3 comments:
You're pretty consistent at posting picture-less posts! :)
I miss you!
You are beautiful... :) Cut yourself a break...
I think every woman reading this would have echoed your words.
When I start feeling like that (because I do on a OCD regular basis, ha!), I have to remind myself that I shouldn't do the enemy's work for him.
God has never placed the "be perfect" burden on me, yet I flog myself with it constantly.
You are a beautiful child of God, a loyal friend, a beloved wife and mother, a fun and funny woman, and a wonderufl writer.
We love you. We understand and we love you.
Who else could rock the Saint Poopicus??? :)
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