Everybody wants to be liked. Everybody wants to be perceived someway, look at our social media networks. Coffee shops, hip pics, fun time with friends.. but under all that I think we forget that under the post, is a person. The thing about this perfect bubble is that thing can pop quick. We aren't perfect. Nobody ever is. Every single one of us mess up time and time again. Everybody gets talked about. Not everybody is going to like you either. Some may like you one day and maybe not so much the next day. I think we may think Jesus gossips bout us too. That we may think that our human interactions somehow reflect Jesus' opinions of us.
Gossip is going to happen. It is the root of a whole lotta heartbreak. Yet, I find myself doing it a bit too often. I also find myself being the victim of it too. Have you ever heard something that somebody said about you and you just took it and ran? Because that person is important to you and they think you're this (insert whatever label). It stinking hurts and we all have been there. It is part of life. Being talked about may be one of the worst things that crawl into young women's minds. It alters who we are, even the very smallest word smacks a label on us and we take on that person. We feel betrayed, rejected, uneasy, uncomfortable, hurt. It is rough, so I feel you. What we do with it is what is important. In my passive hobby of going on Pinterest to avoid life, I ran into a quote that talked about how people's opinions are broken (I am pretty sure Jesus has an in with the Pinterest server). I needed a slap in the face real quick on what I was letting happen to me.Yes, you need to be called out sometimes, I sure do. But letting someone besides God define you is setting your hope, being, and heart on a person who needs Jesus just like you do. An imperfect person. A person who maybe didn't mean it. A person who may have meant well. I don't know, but I do know that I fall short. I know that everybody falls short too. That I say stuff that is just pure not cool and I need to stop. That I also need to set Jesus above what a human being said about me. That he loves their soul more than I can imagine as well. That he has good things planned and that with every sour thing that comes, it is always, always a sweet opportunity to depend on Jesus more. On who he says I am. To love even when I am hurt. To be honest. To draw near to him. To see people how he sees them. To remember that I am not the only person in the world who messes up or has to travel the road to deepest valleys. Jesus opinion of you isn't broken, it's perfect. It is constant. I know that Jesus cannot like my Instagram photo, but he loves my soul more than I could ever imagine. Yours too.
