I am so good at looking at someone and seeing their potential. I can see their worth as a person and how much they matter to other people. I want them to know this truth about themselves. I am good at proclaiming this truth over them and telling them how much God loves them. I completely believe it. I believe it so much that I ache for them to believe it in themselves, and sometimes even get frustrated when they don't. Then I walk away and I realize I don't believe any of it about myself....
Sometimes I believe it. I believe it more now than I used to believe it, but still most days are riddled with thoughts of disbelief. Somehow the devil tricks me into thinking that there's some special exception for me. That God does love and have these amazing plans for everyone, but me. I look at my life and only see my faults. I'm always trying to get better and better but nothing ever seems to really stick. I just keep failing. Over and over. And once I conquer one problem another occurs. It's a never-ending cycle.
It hit me the other day. It comes down to this simple fact. Do I truly believe the Gospel? The Gospel of grace and forgiveness. I can't believe it for someone else, but not believe it for myself. It's as simple as that. There is no clause in the Bible "except Cathy" when it talks about grace, forgiveness, and most importantly love. There also is no verse in the Bible that says you must be perfect to inherit the Kingdom. That's exactly what grace is for. What I claim to believe. If I sit down and truly believe it, and think about myself in terms of it I realize that I will never be perfect. I will never stop messing up. And it truly is a never ending cycle. But it's ok. It's ok for me to have a bad day. It's ok for me to screw up. It's ok for me to not be perfect. I have to get out of my own perfectionist head to see that I indeed just have to be exactly who I already am for God to love me and cover me completely with his grace, mercy, and forgiveness. I have to choose to believe to walk in that fully and not continually punish myself for messing up, but to acknowledge my wrongdoing, change from it, and move on. I am actually quite wonderful just the way I am. Imperfections and all. If it's good enough for God then it's definitely good enough for me. It's just that daily to decision to believe I'm worth it. Just like every other person in the world is worth it. Why else would He have created us?
Sometimes I believe it. I believe it more now than I used to believe it, but still most days are riddled with thoughts of disbelief. Somehow the devil tricks me into thinking that there's some special exception for me. That God does love and have these amazing plans for everyone, but me. I look at my life and only see my faults. I'm always trying to get better and better but nothing ever seems to really stick. I just keep failing. Over and over. And once I conquer one problem another occurs. It's a never-ending cycle.
It hit me the other day. It comes down to this simple fact. Do I truly believe the Gospel? The Gospel of grace and forgiveness. I can't believe it for someone else, but not believe it for myself. It's as simple as that. There is no clause in the Bible "except Cathy" when it talks about grace, forgiveness, and most importantly love. There also is no verse in the Bible that says you must be perfect to inherit the Kingdom. That's exactly what grace is for. What I claim to believe. If I sit down and truly believe it, and think about myself in terms of it I realize that I will never be perfect. I will never stop messing up. And it truly is a never ending cycle. But it's ok. It's ok for me to have a bad day. It's ok for me to screw up. It's ok for me to not be perfect. I have to get out of my own perfectionist head to see that I indeed just have to be exactly who I already am for God to love me and cover me completely with his grace, mercy, and forgiveness. I have to choose to believe to walk in that fully and not continually punish myself for messing up, but to acknowledge my wrongdoing, change from it, and move on. I am actually quite wonderful just the way I am. Imperfections and all. If it's good enough for God then it's definitely good enough for me. It's just that daily to decision to believe I'm worth it. Just like every other person in the world is worth it. Why else would He have created us?