Post-church this morning, I was thinking about battles. Some are thrust upon us, unwillingly. Ugh! How we despise those. And some are self-started, meaning we literally or figuratively create a fight with ourselves, with life.
I believe we are created uniquely and beautifully and richly. We cannot fully grasp that concept. However, I do believe it. I also believe it is completely okay and right and good to be who we are; shy, gregarious, sensitive, bold, gentle, introvert, extrovert, ambivert (cop-out word! And I can say that because it is what I am, allegedly. Dang it! Just saying allegedly makes me an ambivert. Oy vey.). Even qualities we think may not be positive, like stubbornness and being opinionated, are who we are made to be.
In my 60 years (another difficult to grasp concept), I am beginning to realize that who we are is perfectly fine! As long as, and here’s the kick in the teeth or the kiss on the cheek, either perspective fits, as long as we align that with seeking God’s heart.
I just heard the sound of collective groans.
I know. That sounds pollyannaish and trite. But some truths are just truths whether we like them or not.
The battles are always with us. Thanks a lot, Eve. Perhaps if we can temper the self-made ones and choose to walk on the path of freedom, where we were designed to walk, then the battles hurled upon us may be easier to fight.