Well there I go again.
Comparing. And coming out on the short end of the stick. My heart beats fast. My palms sweat. Tears well up in my eyes. I can physically feel my shoulders drop and posture slump. I’m just not good enough.
I’m not good enough to be rooming with all of these smart girls at my conference.
I’m not smart enough to be on this committee.
I’m not as good of a writer, speaker, mom, wife, friend or christian as those people.
And snap! The devil has lured me to his little mouse trap and I took the bait. We all take the bait now and then I believe. Social media encourages it.
“Only post the good, happy moments”.
“Take seventeen different angles of the photo so I don’t look so heavy.”
“Get this side so that my 3-carat diamond shows.”
“Hold on. Let me cut out this part of the video so that people don’t know I screwed up.”
And on and on it goes. I was so excited about an event I’m getting ready to attend, exchanging messages with my newfound friends, deciding what we will eat and who will sleep where. Then I flip over to write my blog and social media attacks me with ideas of insecurity and low self-worth.
Well, devil, I’ve had enough of the not-good-enough syndrome. God wants me to be there. God called me to do what He called me to do and no matter what you say, do or show me on my Facebook feed will change who I am in Christ.
Good enough? Not by social media standards.
Delete. Delete. Delete. There now. I don’t have to think I’m good enough because I know the One who says I am.
