I’ve always considered myself to be boy crazy. I’m reduced to an anxiety-ridden 16-year-old schoolgirl when it comes to dealing with a potential future mate. I always figured it was just raging hormones that made me that way. In a talk with my (amazing) mentor, though, I learned that wasn’t the case.
It’s not the guy that I want–it’s my desire to be validated by someone who appreciates me for who I am and what I have to offer, and the roots of this go deep.
I also learned what it means when people say, “The Cross is enough.”
I don’t need a guy to validate my existence. I don’t need a guy to tell me that I’m worth something.
God didn’t have to love me. God didn’t have to suffer for sinners whose best deeds are nothing more than filthy rags.
But He did.
That should be all the validation I’ll ever need. That is, until my idolatrous heart tells me otherwise.