He doesnt compare His children
Current mood: thankful
So often I feel so lacking, so inadequate compared to others. I feel I have to live up to expectations, be as cool, as pretty, as arty, as intellectual, as spontaneous, as disciplined, as knowledgable, as healthy, as talented as others. And I feel lost, drowing in a sea of impossibilities, because try as I may, I cant make myself to be like anyone but me.
And then I hear His still small voice.
Its refreshing like a breeze and it breaks me. My burdens are lifted I and feel so light I could float. Tears well up in the eyes which are not made-up like they are supposed to be, and the tears roll down the cheeks that are fuller than they are meant to be, and land on my tshirt, which doesnt match my necklace or my coat like it should. And He tells me that He doesnt compare His children.
He doesnt compare His children.
And I am so relieved, so thankful. It means I am free to be me. Whoever I am, Im free.
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