I can see the surprise and concern on my face as I learn for the first time that my dad had tried to take his life twice.
I can see myself clinging to this Psalm:
Then the Lord will take care of me (27:10,NKJV).
The Lord has used these experiences to chisel me, and at times it’s seemed there couldn’t be anything left to cut away, not because I thought I was perfect, but because I felt scraped raw. But there is always more to chisel. Always areas where change and growth are still needed
Part of that growth for me has been through the struggle to
find where I "belong." At a time when most girls my age were concerned with boys
and the latest fashions, I was planning meals for my family (my mom became legally blind and couldn't look through cook books) or singing to a
little sister late into the night when she had an anxiety attack and couldn’t
sleep. My experiences deepened me and helped me to learn empathy.
As a young adult I struggled with understanding how the
girls who act like b-words, for lack of a better word, always seem to be liked,
or at least to get attention. I was
called “sweet,” but it was sarcasm that won the day. I was quiet and reflective, but it was the
loud girls, even the ones who interrupted or talked over others who everyone
seemed to want to be friends with. It was the ones who had the "look out for #1" and “I’m not taking
crap from nobody” attitude who seemed to garner respect.
There have been times
I felt like I would scream if one more person called me “sweet.” Sweet people
aren’t cool! Sweet people are seen as door mats! Sweet people aren’t “fun!” This of course isn't true, but was what I would think nonetheless. At
times I’ve been tempted to compromise who I am in order to fit in, to be liked,
but that’s never sat well with me. I
never set out to be “sweet," but I am
beginning to accept that it's OK to be seen this way, and people mean it as a good thing. It's my distorted perception of reality that has at times caused me to twist a good thing into something negative.
I had a sort of full-circle experience the other day. A girl
at work told me, “I was thinking about you the other day. I’ve missed you.” I
was taken aback a bit. And then it hit me. I’ve only ever been myself around
her. I’ve taken an interest, perhaps I’ve even been seen as “sweet,” and it was
me, not some other version of me that she missed.
The Lord wants to use me, with all of my experiences, all of
my scars, all of the ways I’m wired to be me. And it’s the real me who will be
able to minister to others where they are, because people want and need authenticity.
I never thought that I struggled
much with the drive to get ahead. After all,I've always lived a fairly simple life and I’ve
never been very competitive. But now I see that my desire to be liked, my envy
of others who seemed to get all the attention when I was unnoticed while “doing the right thing” was not only on par with the attitude of wanting to get ahead,
but was steeped in pride and judgment. Some people are more sarcastic than others,
and this isn’t always wrong. Some people will naturally be the life of the
party. I am neither inferior nor superior for not being these things. A lot of
sin can hide behind a quiet personality. And every “sweet” person still
struggles with his or her own set of demons and ugly thoughts.
Jesus said, "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." Does it really matter if others see me, so long as I can see God? And the other side of the coin is that, if I am the person He wants me to be-- *patient, kind, not envious or boastful, not arrogant or rude, not insisting on my own way, not irritable or resentful--then the people who matter will notice. I don't mean the people in high places; I mean the people who are broken and hurting and need a friend. If I am the kind of person who will draw such people, then I think I may be on the right track, for this will demonstrate that they must be drawn Jesus in me. Whether you're the life of the party, or more of a wallflower like me, you can be done with the terrible burden to be liked by all, and instead be noticed and trusted by those who matter. Each with our unique scars and stories, struggles and strengths--we all can become havens for the hurting. We all can love.
A year from thirty and I’m just now learning it’s good to
simply be myself, surrendered in the hands of a good Father, who still wants to make me more like Jesus.
Better late than
never, right? =)
* from 1 Corinthians 13:4-5
I agree. It is more important to see God and to be seen by God than to be seen man.
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