Where God's Word Meets My Mess
To be brutally honest, this summer wasn’t easy for me. It was a rollercoaster of anxiety, happiness, fear, discouragement, excitement, frustration, eagerness, and doubt. But I’m still here. I survived Summer 2018. And I learned a few life-changing lessons along the way:
I stared at the mirror in utter disgust and frustration. Why did I only feel hatred and despair when I looked at myself? Was I really as ugly as I appeared? Were my eyes playing tricks on me? The truth is that I’m a healthy size and weight. In a perfect world, I would love my body because it is perfectly healthy. But I am slowly beginning to see reality: in our fallen world, we may never love our bodies.
I felt a twinge of jealousy crawling up my spine as I stared at the words on my computer screen. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. A friend of mine had just received her very first book contract. Why hadn’t I received a book contract? I just couldn’t figure out what I was missing. Was I not doing enough? Was it simply not the right time for me to be a published author? Would it ever be the right time? How many articles and blog posts did I have to write until it was the right time? And then I began to realize the truth of the matter.
No one and nothing is like our God. He wants us to know Him, love Him, and worship Him only. But we can’t do that if we’re worshipping eight different idols—or even one.
