The problem with insecurities is feeling insecure.
I don’t always write profound statements but I think that’s one for the ages.
Seriously, insecurities eat at me. Mine have the most persistent voices of anyone I know. They tell me I’m not good enough. That I don’t provide enough. That I don’t measure up (to a multitude of people and things). That I’m not good looking. That I can’t make people happy. That I’m not worth of love or forgiveness.
OUCH! Those last two really sting.
The crazy thing about insecurities is that we often find ourselves insecure about something with someone else who is insecure about something and all we see are our own insecurities so it compounds the problem.
I want to quiet the voices of my insecurities. I want to believe they are false and that I don’t need to feel the way they make me feel. Sure, I may not be good enough at times. Sure, someone may not love me at times. I want to accept that just because those things happen, they are not my identity.
Easier said than done.
I’m a work in progress.
Grace and peace.