An Open Letter To Anyone Who Has Ever Struggled with Self-Esteem:
I
have a friend. I know all stories begin that way, but really, it's
true. She is absolutely beautiful. She is a beautiful mother, a loving
and faithful wife, and a child of God. She has a servant's heart, and
her friends admire, respect, and appreciate her.
What people don't know is that she struggles.
She
struggles to believe she is a good mom. She reads blogs and sees
pictures of moms on Pinterest and Facebook that do more craft projects
with their kids than Martha Stewart, and she struggles to believe she is
good enough- creative enough, smart enough, there enough- for her kids.
She
struggles to believe she is beautiful. Her nose is a little bit
crooked, her ears a little big, her legs a little long and chicken-like,
and her hair a little limp. She struggles to believe she is beautiful
enough- stomach flat enough, hair long enough, teeth straight enough -
for her husband.
She
knows she is a child of God because she has been told so many times
before. She knows He loves her unconditionally. She knows there is
nothing she can or cannot do to change His love for her.
Yet she struggles.
It
starts long before we ever realize it. Those thoughts of being creative
or smart enough? It didn't take Pinterest or Facebook or even being a
mom for her to realize she struggles believing she possesses those
traits- it started in the 4th grade when a cute boy in class called her
"stupid" or her mom threw away her art project because it wasn't
creative enough to hang on the fridge. Beautiful enough? It didn't take
her husband or even her first boyfriend for her to realize she struggles
believing she's beautiful- it started when she was six and another
little girl made fun of her big ears.
These
voices inside her head are nothing new. They are real, and they have
been there for a long time. Voices that told her she wasn't creative
enough, smart enough, beautiful enough.
There
is a passage in the Bible that many people would say shows God's anger.
It's in Genesis 3, right after Adam and Eve decide to take the plunge
and eat from the tree of of the knowledge of good and evil. After they
ate the fruit, they heard God walking in the garden and hid. God called
to them and asked where they were. They said they were afraid because
they were naked, so they hid.
God then asked them, "Who told you that you were naked?"
Many people believe He was asking it out of anger, but I disagree. I believe His heart was breaking.
Who told you...?
Who told you...
...you weren't beautiful enough?
...you weren't smart enough?
...you weren't creative enough?
...you weren't good enough?
You are my child! You are
fearfully and
wonderfully made (Ps. 139:13-15). I see you, I hear you, and I am
concerned (Woman
at the Well in John 4; Exodus 3:7). I have a plan, and it's a good one
(Jeremiah 29:11). My ways are perfect, and I will work everything out
for good according to MY perfect will (Romans 8:28). I am mighty to
save, and I rejoice over you with singing! (Zephaniah 3) I am close to
the brokenhearted (Psalm 34:18), and I am the God of all comfort (2
Cor. 1).
Where I truly believe we see God's character is in verse 21. I've missed this a few times.
"The Lord God made garments of skin for Adam and his wife and clothed them." Genesis 3:21
Can
you imagine? The God of the universe, sewing together clothes to cover
you. Clothes to cover your shame. Clothes to cover your nakedness.
Clothes to cover your inadequacies.
Clothes to cover your not good enoughs.
HE IS ENOUGH.
He
loves us with a perfect love- and it is deep and it is wide and it is
more than we can even fathom (Ephesians 3:16-19). Our names are written
on the palm of His hand, and before we were even born, He spoke our name
(Isaiah 49).
I am enough because He is enough. Period. My validation comes from Him and Him alone.
So
the next time you go to believe some of those voices- no matter how
long they have been there- forget who told you and forget what they had
to say. There is only one voice that matters, and only One you will
answer to on that final day.
I want to hear that voice say well done. How about you?
