The story...
My peers were taller and seemed more coordinated. I imagined and hoped for what I might look like when I grew up - then I'd fit in and be more loved and respected. Tall, strong, riding a thundering-black motorcycle, playing the trumpet better than anyone else, and experiencing true love while being fully accepted by "her."
How might the one church in town have taught me to accept and love myself as I was - in the present? Might they have helped me to discover who I was in realty - more independent and secure - rightly related and interdependent with others.
Life clearly only occurs in the present; yet, I've spent too much time dreaming of the future and trying to make sense of the past. How could the spiritual leaders and church community have facilitated my being pulled more into the present and God's revealed Word? Were they able to share the actualities of their reality? Is it possible that they tried but I couldn't hear? Was my selfish nature so guarded and cemented that I was unable to grow until I experienced "X" years of life?
Just for today...
How do we accept our physical appearance? If you love yourself as God loves you in Christ then you're free to accept yourself and others too - just the way you are. 🤔 Sounds a bit like Jane Eyre?
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