What a tough struggle I’ve been having. That ancient struggle of others approval of me. Same battle, different day.
At the event I last spoke at, I had someone make a comment that hurt me. The crazy thing is, I had tons of people offering encouraging words to me that night, but that one discouraging comment is all I keep hearing. Why is that? Why do we hear the 1 in 1,000,000 words that hurt?
Well, I wish I knew, but I do not. What I do know is the struggle to STOP caring what naysayers are saying. My husband is a pro at this. He’s got the thickest skin of anyone I’ve ever met, and the ability to LOVE people despite how they hurt him (or his bride), and someday when I grow up I wanna be just like him LOL. Don’t get me wrong, I still love people and treat them kindly despite they’re hurtful words, but I also tend to let every word penetrate me deeply and become truth to me if I’m not careful.
As I was crying to my hubs about the situation, he reminded me once again that I don’t need the approval of man/woman. It only matters how God sees me + the promises He’s made me. So, ladies, I decided to be brave right now.
This is me.
My name is Cassie. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I love to be loved by people. I love PJs and get pouty when I have to put on a bra and real clothes. I get up way too early and am usually cranky by lunch (my kids can confirm this). I love kayaking, laying on the beach or gravel bar, I’m afraid of mice and spiders, and of a shark and mountain lion attack (I often have nightmares of one or the other). I dream of leading women closer to Jesus through retreats, conferences, coffee shop meetings, speaking and writing. I dream of writing a best selling book and buying a vacation home in Hawaii. My number one priority in life is my faith, family, and ministry. I drink too much sweet tea, overeat pizza and eat way too many tacos. I hate veggies and like very few fruits. I workout exactly 7 minutes a day and hate EVERY second of it. I love people deeply and therefore, tend to get hurt easily. My family is far from perfect, but they are perfectly mine. I am freaking proud of my kids and where I come from. I’m not ashamed of my past, but rather embrace it and all that God can use it for.
Ladies, THIS, IS ME. This is who God created me to be, and TODAY I am embracing ME. And I encourage you, EMBRACE you too! Say what you will, go ahead and think I’m crazy for dreaming so BIG, You’re entitled to your opinion, but no longer will I let ANYONE’S opinion of me determine my worth and sweet friend, neither should you.
As you come to him, a living stone — rejected by people but chosen and honored by God 1 Peter 2:4
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