Sure, we know we are not perfect. But we like to give the impression that we are perfect-ish. Or at least we minimize what others might consider imperfect.
What would people think of me if they knew that:
- My child attempted suicide?
- My spouse lost his job?
- My morning routine includes taking two anti-depressants?
- My marriage is a sham?
- My father’s in prison?
- My daughter wants to marry a woman?
- My dog has fleas, my son has head lice, and my furniture has bed bugs?
Some of us say that we don’t care what people think, or we don’t care what they think anymore (because we’re older now.) But even the most confident among us has a touch of fear that people will learn that things are not perfect over at our place and they will judge us and maybe even reject us for it.
Repeat after me: I am a Hot Mess and it’s okay.
We are not what people think of us. But sometimes it feels that way.
What if people think I’m a loser and they’re right? What if people think I’m ugly and they’re right? What if people think I’m stupid and they’re right? What if people think I’m a bad parent and they’re right?
First, put on some Lizzo and let it fill the air. Secondly, remember that God made you and you are the unique and beautiful agglomeration of DNA and experiences that deserves love and respect. It’s okay if people judge us as long as we know – to our bones – that we are created in the image of God. And frankly, we always need some of God’s people around to remind us that we deserve to be treasured.
We are not what people think of us. We are what God thinks of us – and yes, we have fallen short of perfect big time. But nobody needs a Savior if things are perfect. Have a good Monday.
Image from the movie After Lucia (2012) and thank you SPC.
*Augustine of Hippo (354-430 CE) supposedly said that the Church is a hospital for sinners not a museum for saints.