Big-Girl Pants and the "Like Me!" Syndrome

I’ll admit it, I suffer from it: the like me syndrome, the one that gets me in a tizzy whenever there’s bad feedback.  Like yesterday, for example, after being painted in the most unfavorable light possible, at first I took it to heart, I worried, I fretted, but as I read this one person’s words, I could feel the Holy Spirit settle down around me, almost like a tent, and whisper to me, peace I give to you, not as the world gives, but as I give. 
Later that evening, as I felt things bubble back up, I was reminded of this verse, “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first.  If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own.  As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world.  That is why the world hates you.  Remember the words I spoke to you: ‘No servant is greater than his master.’ If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also.” John 15:18-20a
What are we trying to prove?  Why do we need anyone’s approval?  If we have our eternal glasses on, then why are we trying to please in the temporal?
And I realized tonight, that my last post was preparing me for this very day, because I was buying into the lie of “Who I am isn’t good enough.”  But somehow, miraculously, by His power, I was able to refute these lies with the Word.
How we live our lives, the things that may seem ostensibly “crazy” will garner conflict, criticism, and indeed ridicule.  But we have this choice to put on our big-girl and big-boy pants and stand firm knowing that if we believe that what our heavenly Father says is the final authority, then it’s all we need.

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