It has taken me years and years and years to not care what people think of me. I have been a people please-er most of my life. Catering what other people need, bending over backwards and giving my shirt...pretty literally when I couldn't afford to loose it.
Tonight I got two peoples opinions of me that I did not ask for or initiate.
It doesn't matter to me if you think I am a babysitter for my kids, or a real hard working mom. It doesn't matter if you think I am stupid or smart, if I am fat or plump or just right or lovely. It doesn't matter if you think I am good with money or good at my job or a good wife. I know who I am and that is why it doesn't matter. I am loved and loving...the rest is everyone else's problem.
So how did I get here???-Learned who God thinks I am, Learned who I want to be, Learned to let go of everything else. Hurting people Hurt people!
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