Something about me you may not know; for about half of my life, I struggled with self-hatred. I would beat myself up over the smallest things. I felt like a failure. I held myself to standards that were unrealistic and unattainable. Until I learned about love.
True love. Love that holds no record of wrongs. Love that doesn’t see my mistakes, my flaws, my imperfections. Love that sees me now, as everything I will someday become.
The more I learn to walk in the Love of God, the more I realize that it’s hard to be offended. It’s hard to hate myself. (I never thought I’d be the one to say that). It’s not arrogant to accept you as you are, to agree with God in what He says about you. Quite the opposite actually. Choosing to remain in self-condemnation, when God has already set you free, is a form of pride.
To hate yourself, is to disagree with God, and to tell Him that the sacrifice he made for you, wasn’t good enough. << Read that again.
The enemy wants you broken. Because when you’re broken, you break other people. It’s just a fact of life. Hurt people, hurt other people. Broken people, break people. Healed people, help people heal. Loved people, love people.
When you begin to believe and agree with God and see yourself as He does, which is Loved. Chosen. Beautiful. Never forgotten. And never alone... When you begin to convince yourself that what God has spoken over you is the absolute truth, freedom just happens. Freedom from yourself. Freedom from the thoughts and opinions of others. Freedom from fear.... the Fear of loss. Fear of failure. Fear of being hurt. Fear of rejection.
The more you immerse your brain in His love, your fears will be harder and harder to find. Perfect love drowns out fear. You are destined to be victorious. You are an overcomer. More than a conqueror.
And loved beyond measure. Never forget it.