Tonight has definitely been a night reflection. And conviction. I've been thinking about how much I limit myself because of other people. I tend to not share things, not speak out, because of a fear of rejection. I believe most people have a tendency to avoid rejection at all costs, but it's not necessarily the safe route to take. How many opportunities have we missed out on because we were too afraid someone would judge us? How many times have I ignored God when He nudged me to do or say something to someone who really needed what I had? Too many to count, I'm afraid.
My biggest area of self-limitation is definitely in writing. Or anything else that requires me to be even slightly creative. I have an innate fear that says, "Anyone who reads anything I write will automatically compare me to every person who is better than I am." In reality, I know most people read things without making such comparisons, but my brain always ignores this fact. Fortunately, tonight I hung out with some pretty wise people who reminded me that it doesn't matter if I'm the best at what I do, as long as I'm doing what God has called me to do. I may not be the best musician, but that doesn't mean I should ever stop playing guitar. I may not be the best poet, but I have no intentions of retiring my pen anytime soon. On that note, here's a poem I wrote in....ninth grade? Nonetheless, this will have to do for now:
"What a beautiful fall!"
You cried from Your throne,
"What a priceless memory;
I beg of you, open your heart,
And let yourself yearn for me!
"And when you do,
I will come down
In a fire for the unesteemed;
I'll engulf you in My glorious blaze,
And scar you with burns of the redeemed!"
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