I just sat down to write this post, looked at the title and audibly sighed. “Be happy with me.” Easier said than done.
On one hand, I feel like I know myself better than ever. Now in my 30’s, I’ve pushed my body in amazing new ways and I’ve discovered things about my personality that I’ve never really taken the time to address. I’m confident in my own skin and that feels good.
And yet.
The truth is, I hold myself to a very high, often unrealistic standard. I’d be the first person to tell you that you are perfect just the way you are…but I’d never tell myself that.
I struggle with the fact that I haven’t lost the pregnancy weight in the timeframe I did with my previous children. I struggle with the fact that I can’t seem to maintain a consistent cleaning routine. I struggle with the fact that I’m not as well read as I’d like to be, look as put together as I’d like to be, be the business owner I’d like to be.
Maybe it’s time to give myself the same grace I would give anyone else. If God loves me just the way I am, if He made me in His image and I am truly fearfully and wonderfully made, why can’t I see that about myself? In other words, who I am to call God’s bluff?
I’m a work in progress. I’m so glad that He is patient with me.
