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Five Minute Friday: True

I watched a video yesterday titled "Who You Are" .  It is a guy standing on a stage in an empty auditorium, telling women how wonderful they are. Words like beautiful, smart, funny, kind and unique flash on the screen, and he is so convincing and inspiring that I want to believe what he says. But how could these things be true when he's never met me? I've had people I know say some of those words to me but not a whole 3:37 minutes worth. And his voice is so passionate, like he's telling his favorite woman on the planet all of these things.

You know why they are true - because they are what God thinks of me. Every single one of them. And more. He probably has superlatives to describe me that I've never even heard. He loves me so much that he sent His son to die for me.

It is so hard to believe those words when the world is telling you otherwise. When a friend chooses to talk to somebody else and completely ignores me. When I still haven't been given all the duties I had hoped I'd have in my new job. When I sit at home alone because no one thinks to call and see if I'd like to try the new restaurant with them. When my husband ended our marriage.

All of those things are tangible proof that I'm not who the guy on the video says I am. I am not awesome, cherished, loved, or adored.

I just have to keep looking to the Word for the descriptions of who I am. I have to cover myself with the one True thing there is - God and His love for me.
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  1. E Adams WrightSeptember 27, 2013 at 6:07 PM

    Andrea, thanks for so honestly sharing your struggle. Please extend me grace when I, someone you will likely never meet on this side of eternity, but who also knows what it is to have a covenant broken, has the nerve to say that Truth trumps facts. And even in the face of all the hard experiences that seem to be tangible proof of who you are not, you are priceless, beautiful, and completely loved.

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  2. blestbutstrestSeptember 27, 2013 at 6:46 PM

    YOU are all those things in God's eyes (I like his eyesight better than man's eyesight, don't you?) because he sees YOU as part of HIM (and we know that he's all of those things). Cheering you on in your struggles and discovers from the FMF sidelines :). Have a blessed day.

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