Naked Little Me, and Loving It

I chose NAKED as my one word this year. It sounds kind of crass, I know. But I think God is getting at something with me. There are parts of me that I often try to hide, or color over. Things about me that I’d like to change. I look at others and wish I could be more like them. I wish I were smarter. I wish I were more athletic. I wish I was braver. I wish I was more assertive. I wish… I wish…

I’m not talking about sins that I should get rid of, or surface things like change my hair color or make it curly or be a little taller. I’m talking about the things that I believe make me seem insignificant, less desirable, average or second best.

Through the bitterness of my eating disorder, God has been teaching me about His pleasure in me, just the way He created me. More than simply my physical body – which He did create specifically, uniquely and perfectly for me. My Father also created my mind – scattered as it may often be. He inlaid my passions and hobbies, knowing exactly what would fulfill me – even if it wasn’t going to be a six figure career. My Father was pleased to give me an eye for the abstract and an affinity for rainbows of color – even when others might wonder why my couch pillows don’t match. He placed in me a urge for activity that sometimes overwhelms me and sends me running like a frightened child back to His comforting arms.

It’s ME. It’s just uniquely, awesomely, bare naked, undisguised ME!

In that interest, I really enjoyed this sermon by Paul White, titled, Who Told You You Were Naked.

 

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