It takes courage to say, "I like myself." Especially when you've sinned, hurt someone, or gone off your diet for the seventh time this week. And it's only Monday.Can you relate to any of these:
- I yell at my husband, even though I know it only makes things worse.
- I don't pray as often as I think I should, or as long.
- I get impatient with people, and complain about them.
- I often let dishes sit in the sink, my bed go unmade, and my cats jump on the counter.
- I eat too much and exercise too little.
Sometimes I think, Will I ever grow up? When do I practice what I've been preaching to others for thirty years? I'm a mess.At a writers conference I attended, Cecil Murphey prayed a simple little prayer that I later jotted down and stuck on my fridge, "Loving God, show me the truth about myself, no matter how wonderful it may be."
- like ourselves in spite of our plethora of flaws,
- bring our messiness to Him to fix,
- love others, no matter how imperfectly.
Besides, if we were perfect, no one could stand to be around us.
I am gathering up the courage instilled in me by the God of glory and His lamb, Jesus. I dare to say, "I like myself, zits, faults, and all." Won't you join me?