Do You Dare Be Yourself

 


 

If you did not feel love growing up, it manifests itself later in life by being driven to think you have to earn love. Consequently, we end up caring too much about what others think. We tend to be always trying not to disappoint others.  You are reactive and run from conflict. – The FEAR OF REJECTION dominates every interaction, whether we realize it or not.  

This is a close topic for me, which is why I understand it so well.  Later in life now, looking back, I can see this people  pleaser person I let myself be.  How many others out there who spent their life trying to please their father, wishing they would just get one pat on the back, some kind of approval, and acceptance? 

How many others have taken this approval deficit and made a lifestyle from it?  Is it any wonder folks like me well up inside when confronted with the unconditional love of God, a God who loves me warts and all, failures, and losses?  A God who takes me from the mire I have created for myself and of myself and loves me from the get-go and then begins the loving shaping process to be who I can be in Him. The prodigal son found Himself feeding hogs in the pig pen when he "came to Himself," the Bible says. God wants us to come to ourselves, come to be who we can be through Him.

Praise God that "God so loved-----."


 

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