Over the past few months I have been on this journey of loving myself well. To fully embrace where I’m going I have to embrace who I am. I have always been the type of person that’s naturally confident but there’s a difference between being confident and actually liking yourself.
I’ve finally gotten to the point where I really like who I am (internally and externally). I’m not one to normally care about external looks because internal is always more important–but when you start to love yourself on the inside it starts to show on the outside.
When you come to a place of loving yourself, you actually stop thinking about yourself so much (because your not absorbed by your own insecurities) and it free’s you up to be able to love others and focus on other things better. True confidence free’s you up to stop thinking about yourself, while being conceded causes you to become more introspective and to think more about yourself. I’ll write more about this later.
Anyways, loving who you are allows you to be happy with out any restraints. I literally haven’t been able to stop smiling and laughing because of the love I have for Jesus and the way he made me.
I would have never gotten to this point if it wasn’t for Jesus. He has come and met me in the places where I was unreachable. I finally allowed him in and he came and loved me the way I needed to be. I asked him to tell me what he thought and his thoughts of me were overwhelmingly kind. He always loves us and has good thoughts towards us. A son or daughter is always perfect looking in their fathers eye—just the same we are perfect creations in our heavenly fathers eyes.
If he thinks I am perfect why should I think I am imperfect? He created me with eternity in mind so obviously he made me in a way that best suits the purpose of my life. He doesn’t make flaws or errors.
I wrote more thoughts about this last week if you want to read more 🙂 https://ellielacey.wordpress.com/2016/03/09/whats-up-weekly-5/
Ps. This was a random lady that I met in the park the other day. So naturally I asked her if I could take her picture and hear her story. She was rad.