The Unlikely Missionary

All that matters me is what you see when You look at me All that matters to me is how you feel when You think of me No more distractions my one affection Is only you my Jesus now…. You’re all that matters * When I was younger I worried so much about what others thought. All of my worth was bound up in other peoples opinions. My self-esteem and self-worth hit rock bottom when I was 19 and I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted it all to end. During that time of total and utter self-hate the Lord showed me that my worth is found in His eyes. When you look into the Father's eyes all you is love shining down at you. No matter what you do or what you look like to God you are beautiful. Worth dying for. We will always be tempted to measure ourselves against the world but your worth isn't measured in worldly measurements because we can't measure pricelessness. Only God can. All that matters to me is who and what He sees when He looks at me and that should be all that ...

I like how we say we love ourselves then we snip and tuck and poke and pinch and nip and sow and glue and suck and inject everything and the kitchen sink onto or into or out of ourselves to make us a better us. But how do we measure better? When we measure ourselves against what the world deems beautiful or acceptable we will always fall short. I know I definitely do. My hair isn't always done, my outfits aren't always fly. I'm skinny but I can't say that my body looks like Naomi Campbell's or Eva Pigford's. My skin ain't flawless, my thighs jiggle and sometimes I thoroughly enjoy just being bummy and not caring a lick. I was always unhappy with the way I looked cuz I never measured up until... I looked at myself through a new lens. Through the lens of  my Creator. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Created loving and planned for by the same man who fashioned the stars and carved out the oceans. I am important and I matter because I am important and ...