Someone asked me the other day if it felt weird to see myself in my daughters…you know, a mini-me following me everywhere I go. I see it especially with my oldest right now. She looks just like me. Her mannerisms are just like mine. There are parts of her that are clearly me.
She is who she is, partly, because of me.
Sometimes, she’s really bold. Often, she’s silly. She’s compassionate and kind.
But lately…I’ve seen something else in her. I’ve noticed the beginnings of…insecurity. And I cringe. Did she get that from me?
I’ve lived a lifetime of insecurity. Never thinking I was pretty enough, smart enough, funny enough…just never enough. Of all the things I want to teach my girls – that is not one of them. So, I am constantly telling them how special they are. I make sure they hear me say how beautiful they are and how proud I am to be their mother. I want them to be secure in who they are and in the One who made them – fearfully and wonderfully.
Those little girls – they are watching me.
I want to believe and live for myself the things that I am trying to instill in them.
I am beautiful to Him.
The king is enthralled by your beauty;
honor him, for he is your lord. – Psalm 45:11
I am loved.
The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying:
“I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with loving-kindness.” – Jeremiah 31:3
I need to say, So long insecurity, you’ve been a bad, bad friend.