I’m not as confident as I’d like to be. I’m a lot more
confident than I was at the vulnerable and awkward age of 18, but am still very
aware of how unsure of myself I am. I turned 21 a month ago and everyone kept
commenting how young I still am, but then would make the statement that I’m now
really an adult. All I could think was that I still feel like I’m in high school
and not worthy of being treated like an adult. Don’t get me wrong; there are
some areas of my life that I am confident about. But my insecurities
sometimes eat at me for days.
I’ve never had a boyfriend, but in the past there have been
a few guys of interest. Things go well for a little while, we get along pretty
well, and then, boom, it all goes downhill. I usually find out a few months
later that they are in a relationship and it has left me feeling unworthy and
as though something is wrong with me simply because they didn’t choose me in
the end.
This year my dad decided to take me through two books: one
on relationships and one on men. I was resistant at first. I felt as though I
had already made up my mind about how a relationship should go and was
confident that I knew what I wanted in a guy. My dad was patient and guided me
through both of these books graciously.
As the weeks went by, my thinking slowly started to change.
I was seeing things differently and realized I had a lot to learn. There were
moments of laughter when discussing these books, but also several times of
tears. As we got deeper into our conversations, my dad recognized that I did
not think I was worth the work in a relationship. As soon as he asked about it,
the tears fell. I explained my hurt and why I did not think I was worth it. My
dad seemed baffled, but gently challenged me. He asked why I would not think I’m
worth the work when Christ thought I was. I told him it was different. Christ
also thought everyone else was worth it. He then challenged me again that God
would have done no differently even if I was the only person on this earth. What a beautiful statement! (Can I just mention how grateful I am for a dad that has been so compassionate
and patient with me?! He’s truly an example of Christ’s love.)
Here we are a few months later and I’m still not at that
place of security. I still struggle with seeing why I am worth it. But I’m slowly
getting there. I’m learning that Christ has
to be my security, and I need to rest in the fact that He died for me and He loves me more than I can imagine. I don’t need to let other people’s opinions of me control me. There is
always going to be someone who doesn’t like me or who doesn’t think I’m worth
it, but that does not define who I am.
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