As Valentine's Day fastly approaches us, I am forced to think about love, or in some cases lack their of. I am surrounded by endless amounts of love for family, friends, and our Lord. No...I do not have a special man in my life to share Valentine's Day with, but as I think about love more closely, I realize that I am not in a place to give my heart to anyone else because I have not given my heart to myself yet. Do I truly love the girl I see in the mirror each day? Do I love the person that I have grown to become at age 25? Am I content with being me?
As I pondered these questions, I had a scary realization. No, I do not truly love myself. I feel that there are so many things I need to work on (my health, finances, patience, faith, etc.) that I can't let myself love who I have become because I have so many areas of discomfort in my life. I often feel that I try to perfect things not for myself, but in order to please others and to hear my parents say that they are "proud of me." I should seek forgiveness and righteousness for my own self-worth. God created each of us in his image and loves each one of us more than we will ever know. Why can't I rejoice in his love and be thankful for who I am and what I have. The constant search for more more more does not get us anywhere. My search for love in myself and others is compassion and contentment.
I love this post. I can relate in some ways, because I love so many people, things or aspects in or of my life, but I do not think I love myself the way God would want me to.
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