Today I took steps to go back to the job I had before I went to Ghana. All this entailed was walking into the building and speaking to my boss. While in Ghana and while not doing anything but serving God through opportunities that came to me, I forgot how hard it is for me to deal with some pressures. I constantly fight thoughts that tell me that I'm not performing well enough, or that people pretend to like me to be polite but really can't stand me, or that I'm blowing it. It's the constant feeling that I'm not good enough, and if I'm successful, it's luck and could change in an instant.
As I walked into the building where I used to work, I was shaking. I would have to face people and would have to face whether I would be welcomed back. As I shook, I prayed, "God, nothing I've learned from my isolation with you in any way helps me with what I'm going through now." God has dealt with me about patience, love, humility, faith, etc, but I felt like He didn't ever address anxiety. However, as I walked through the door, I heard the words, "I'm here, and that's all that matters." I had peace from that moment on. Later, I started to see why.
I don't have to worry about what people think of me, and I don't have to worry about how I perform. There's only one approval that matters. God can't manifest His presence in garbage. That doesn't mean I'm something special to earn the privilege of having Him dwell with and in me. That means I'm something special because of what He made me when I allowed Him to have my life. And whether the world recognizes me as special or whether they see me as a fool, it doesn't matter. God's view of me is the only thing that does, and He sees me as someone worth saving and being with.
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