It's late. Almost 2 AM. I've been trying to do better. I took my melatonin. I turned off the computer. I put my phone on "shhhhhh." I had tea bags on my eyes. It's all part of my bed-time-routine.
Well, apparently my brain didn't get the bed-time memo. Apparently my brain wants to go for a rant. So much for the routine. It's time to let the rage out.
Time to point some fingers at a hypocrite. Yep, I'm talking to me. Over here. And not because I'm up past my bed-time.
I've spent the last more-than-several hours working on an essay about leadership. The assignment said I needed to pick a biblical character to use as a case-study. I picked Esther. I figured it'd be good choice... you know, woman-to-woman-wise. I've been writing about how important it is for a leader to have a personal identity firmly established in Christ. It kinda goes hand in hand with that segullah soap-box I tend to shout from.
So that's what I was thinking about when I was trying to fall asleep. Then it hit me. Am I living that way? Does my life and attitude and character scream "TREASURED!!!"?
No. It doesn't. If it did, I wouldn't be riddled with guilt. Not big guilt. Just pesky guilt. Like somebody shot me in the leg with a round of "guilt pellets." It didn't kill me. I didn't even lose my leg. But now I walk a little funny. And every now and then, I can feel those pesky-pellets that I never bothered to remove.
My head knows I'm treasured. My head knows my Creator delights in me. But somehow, my heart doesn't always know the same things as my head. That's where things like body image and success and future like to set-up camp. In that little dark space of disconnect between my head and my heart. And they feed on the pesky guilt. And then they start to grow. Into big Lies.
Lies say my body should look different. Guilt says it's my fault it doesn't. Afterall, if I went to the gym and quit eating all that yummy stuff, then it could.
Lies say success should be a certain way. Guilt says it's my fault it isn't. Afterall, if I'd just put a little more time and effort into things, they'd be better.
Lies say my future is when everything'll finally get worked out. Guilt says it's my fault is hasn't already. Afterall, today is yesterday's future, and it feels pretty much the same as the day before.
No wonder there's no room for all that stuff my head knows. There's too many flippin' Lies wandering around. That's why, tonight, my head needs to rant. Really loud. So my heart can hear it over the noise of all the Lies. So that I can be still and know. He is God. My Creator. And I am his Segullah. His most-treasured-one.
No matter what Lies and Guilt say.