Here’s something I’m learning. My life isn’t perfect… and that’s okay, but not because nobody else’s life is perfect either. There could be someone who has a perfect life, who doesn’t have to go through everything I’ve had to, and that is great for them. Whatever crooked or straight road I need to go through for God to get the absolute glory from my life, I’m willing to take, for HIM. I can’t be grateful in the struggle because someone else has struggles as well. I have to be grateful in the struggle because God is writing my story and His love is more than enough reason to trust the process. I can’t afford to compare myself with anybody. I can’t afford it. I’m too unique to sell myself short in that way.
I hope you feel a similar way about yourself because you ARE special.
More importantly, I need to get in the headspace of understanding that my success in life should be measured by how empty I am when I’m done on earth. I hope to have poured myself out completely. I hope to have given to the world, everything God placed in me for her to receive. I hope to have loved to the best of my ability, understanding that I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. I hope to have served. I hope to have been honest, kind, straightforward, fearless, adventurous, brave and absolutely child-like in my view of life. I hope that it is said about me that I never lost the glimmer of hope in my eyes. I hope people will think of me and smile. Most importantly, I hope people will remember me and look to Jesus. I hope I make Him proud. I hope that I have every single thing that Jesus died to give me. Finally, I hope that every single day of my life is a melodious harmony of worship to His ears. I just want to make Him happy. I just want to make Him proud of me. It’s because I love Him, but more so because He first loved me.