3 hours ago
This is a vulnerable post.
I’m a generally confident person. But despite my upbringing (good), education ( #theology), and job ( #pastor), my self-talk is BRUTAL.
It came out this morning reading Psalm 139. I got to verse 14 where the Psalmist waxed eloquent about how fearfully and wonderfully made we are, and my self-talk kicked in: “Yeah, but not me.” Like I said, ugly.
So I wrote this vulnerable prayer I felt impressed to share with you. In this day of #shame and #condemnation, I pray it helps you pray the same.
Your word commands me to praise you for all you have made. And here it commands me to praise you for how you made me. Like so many, I so often feel ashamed of how you made me. Praise feels like a far country, shame feels like home. But I am heeding your command.
I praise you for making me with my temperament, even but sometimes unstable.
I praise you for making me with my genetics, healthy but prone to baldness and fat around the middle.
I praise you for making me with my personality, that’s big but often wants to be small.
I praise you for making me with my mental capacity, sharp but easily forgetting things, frustrating people in the process.
I praise you for making my skin, ruddy, but prone to breakouts way past adolescence.
I praise you for making me with my emotions, which are often beguiling to me.
Fearfully and wonderfully you made me. I praise you for that.
I praise you for my senses that work today.
I praise you for my body that works today.
I praise you for my mind that works today.
I praise you for my circulatory system that works today.
I praise you for all that you made.
I praise you for me, created in the image of the Triune God for love, joy and relationships.
This I pray in the name of Jesus, my elder brother, beloved of the Father, who because I am in the family, shows me my belovedness.