Sometimes I feel like there is a little red devil sitting on my shoulder…you know, like in cartoons from the 1960’s and 70’s…and he isn’t whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
His whispers are death and destruction…
“you are worthless”
“you are unlovable”
“you are pathetic”
Who is sitting on my other shoulder? It’s Jesus.
His whispers are sweet.
And although I may feel worthless, unlovable, pathetic…He loves me and tells me that what I feel and what I am are two completely different things. I just need to see myself as He does. Loved. Adored. Cherished. Precious. His.
I’ve let others define me. I’ve cared too much about what others think of me. I’ve even made myself responsible for the happiness of others…good grief, that’s exhausting…and impossible!
I have gotten things all turned around.
Jesus defines me. I am who He says I am.
I wish I could say others are responsible for my happiness, ha ha, but the truth is, serving Jesus and others is what makes me happiest…always has and always will.
I will flick that little red devil off my shoulder every time he tries to climb back on by remembering who I am in Christ.