I’ve been having dreams that I am accused of something I didn’t do. And that I care. A lot. Even though I knew my conscience was clean before God, I still feared what they thought of me.
And I woke up realizing that I live that fear, day in and day out.
I care more than I say I do. And why? I really don’t know.
“So we can confidently say, ‘The Lord is my helper; I will not fear;
what can man do to me?'”
Why does it even matter, really? It shouldn’t.
My identity is found in Christ alone, I am NOT defined by other people’s expectations or accusations. I am a child of the Most High God, given grace, love, worth, and an inheritance that can never be taken away.
Why should I be afraid when someone thinks I’m too “weird” or “boring”, or even if I’m accused of thinking or doing something I had no part of?
I love this quote from Raquel’s post:
“I used to be so concerned about what people think and tell others about me. But as I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that people can be really mean sometimes. And people give up on you and your friendship. And people who you used to love suddenly think of you as an enemy. And you have to move on from them and everything you thought they were. And realize that God had put them in your life for only that short season. And pray that during that time, you could’ve somehow shown them just a glimpse of God’s love.”
I look at the people around me in my daily life — some who are (symbolically) covered in stars, and others with dots, and it’s so easy to become part of the system, judging others, or being discouraged because you’re not “good enough”, “funny enough”, “smart enough”.
But it’s about time that I break out of the system.