By Megan Marie | Guest Writer
I was so confused. According to multiple Christian songs, movies, books etc. all you have to do is kneel down and pray and all of your problems will be solved. Your life will effortlessly transform into the unrealistic standard you hold yourself up to.
Healing rarely happens overnight. Especially when we’ve been deeply wounded and we are stuck in a pattern of wrong thinking.
I constantly have little revelations and more understanding of situations that leave me deep in thought for days.
If we had one big revelation regarding all of our wrong thinking, wounds and denial, we would be overwhelmed.
We heal at different paces because God knows exactly how much we can handle and exactly when we can handle it. When we have a lot of healing to do, we get one piece at a time to chew and digest, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Some things are easier to forgive, heal and learn from and some things aren’t. Sometimes it can take years to heal from something traumatic. We just need to patient with ourselves. Each of us has our own strengths and weaknesses.
Be persistent in your prayer. Even when it is hard and you feel like giving up. When you’re in the middle of something, we often can’t see how the Lord could possibly be moving and working in the situation. But He will show us how and why. Probably not right away, but in His perfect time, He will.
I know life can be excruciatingly painful, but it is in the difficult times that we often come closest to God and our endurance will grow.
I went through a few really painful years. Looking back, I can see that those years were crucial for my emotional and spiritual development. It was a long, slow, painful journey of healing. In fact I’m still healing. I don’t know if I will ever be 100% healed. I will probably carry this cross my entire life. The difference is, I’m stronger now and have more spiritual tools when my cross is heavy and I become weary.
I look back with a thankful heart. I wouldn’t be who I am if not for those years. I pray that I never have to go back to that emotional and spiritual state, but I see a little piece of the outcome and know it was all completely worth it.
I remember feeling so hopeless, crying myself to sleep every night. For everyone who is there, I want you to know that I’m praying for you. Don’t give up, because all of this will be worth it in the end. Just don’t give up.
Quick disclaimer: I’m not saying you shouldn’t listen to christian music or read christian novels. Music and books can be wonderful healing tools. In my particular case, however, there were numerous songs, books and movies portraying that healing is instant and you’ll never struggle with your problems again. Which is far from true and was very confusing to me.
P.S. You are enough.
By Megan Marie | Guest Writer
I have been deeply wounded. I am a very sensitive person. I was physically very sick with autoimmune diseases and due to emotional abuse, past trauma and some family problems, I coped by finding something to control. Anorexia took over my life and it quickly destroyed me.
The more I tried to control food, people around me and my environment the more out of control I felt. I cried myself to sleep every night. I was so unhappy, broken-hearted and confused. I was afraid and felt abandoned, very often hopeless.
I was disgusted with myself and couldn’t think of a reason in the world why God would love me. I just wasn’t enough.
Through it all I still prayed daily and went to Mass, but the joy was missing. This went on for about two and a half years.
One day I came across Maura’s blog from Made in His Image. The eating disorder and abuse testimonies were so hard for me to read because I related so deeply to many of those young women’s pain. I was still in denial regarding my eating disorder, though.
One day I was in the kitchen and my mom was in the living room and I just started crying, my heart was so wounded and hurting so deeply. I said to my mom, “Mom, I think I might be anorexic.” I had no idea where those words came from. I was in shock. It had never even occurred to me that I was anorexic. I believe now that the Holy Spirit spoke through me to myself and my mom that day.
Even though I did not like the idea of having anorexia, it made sense. I thought food was how I was “fixing” the problem, not a way of coping for a bigger and deeper hurting in my heart. I was not excited about going to therapy and having to gain weight, but I honestly came to the point where I was so sad and depressed I was willing to try.
I started going to counseling when I was sixteen years old. One of the scariest things I have ever experienced, but also one of the most beautiful.
My counselor has been such a beautiful blessing in my life. With time God helped me heal and gain weight through her.
I have an analogy to help describe what happened in my heart:
Picture a conflagration. Everything is burned to the ground, you are left with nothing. Flowers, trees, house, everything… gone.
In total devastation, a rain shower comes. Slowly one little flower pops up and starts to grow. Brighter, stronger and prettier than before the fire; bringing hope. Soon many more flowers follow and before you know if the field is covered with flowers!
Well, that is what happened in my heart. There was a fire which stripped me of everything, left me devastated and with nothing. Then, in total brokenness, the Lord said to me, “You are enough.” Slowly flowers started to grow and bring hope and joy back to my life.
Fulton Sheen said, Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the depth of our Lord and His broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Paul and many other passengers on their way to Rome. Sometimes the only way the good Lord can get into some hearts is to break them.
This quote has helped me to see my story as beautiful and purposeful. I realize now that God has loved me through it all.
P.S. You are enough.
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By Megan Marie | Guest Writer
Underneath all that makeup, forced smile and personality that isn’t truly your own, is something beautiful, treasured, captivating and desired.
When you are hurt, you have a choice, you can lay the pain before God and let Him help you, heal you, hold you, comfort you and treasure you. Or you can believe the lie that you just aren’t enough and it is all your fault. You can cover up who God made you with an insincere smile, dyed hair, layers of makeup, just hoping people will see past your “flaws,” worrying that if they knew who you really are, you’d be disdained.
Covering up the pain and hiding who you are is only going to bring devastation to your heart.
Turning to God in vulnerability is scary, I know! How many times have you trusted someone and they let you down? Too many. But God won’t let you down. He weeps when you bury yourself, hiding and ashamed of who He made you. He knows you better than anyone. He loves you like no other and He has already showed you a deeper love than you could ever dream of.
All you have to do is bring your broken heart before God. Despite what the world tells us, it is the most beautiful and brave thing you can do. Exposing your wounds and uncovering your unique beauty that you have spent so long trying to hide and destroy takes a great amount of courage, but you are strong enough.
You know when you see a woman who has the ideal figure with perfect skin, long blonde hair and the sexiest clothes? You might feeling jealous of her outward beauty, feeling insecure and comparing yourself to her. But when she opens her mouth and you hear the cold, lifeless and cruel words coming from her lips. All of the sudden she doesn’t look very pretty anymore.
When you see a woman who doesn’t have flawless skin or the cutest clothes or perfect figure, but speaks words of life and love. Her smile is infectious, her joy is contagious and she sincerely cares, her heart is beautiful and suddenly you don’t even see her “flaws”.
Which woman would you rather be?
We are much too critical of ourselves. We have to remember, we will never look into a persons eyes which God does not love and that includes you.
I was challenged to look in the mirror for two minutes every day and look at myself the way God sees me. This was so painful and was almost unbearable. So I put my own twist on it. When I would lay down at night, I would ask God to help me prepare my heart for what He is going to teach me next. Slowly God began showing me how much He loves me. Now I’m able to look at myself in the mirror without being completely disappointed and repulsed by what my reflection shows. I know now that my reflection only shows my physical appearance. My reflection doesn’t show the condition of my heart and that is what matters. When I look to God and delight in Him, suddenly my reflection isn’t so important.
Ladies, God made each and every one of you beautiful and I pray that you can see that.
P.S. You are enough.
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By Erin McNew | Staff Writer
Lately I’ve been learning a lot of lessons. But they’ve been a little different from the ones I normally learn.
I’m learning that a single decision can change absolutely everything, your attitude, your focus and you heart. Sometimes decisions that we see as being less than game changing turn out to be just that. They end up changing absolutely everything.
Lessons of the heart are strange. They’re really fragile and hard to explain. But lately I’ve learned something important about the heart. I’ve learned that there’s a balance between guarding your heart and making yourself vulnerable. I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, there is true beauty in vulnerability. There’s beauty of remaining courageous in the face of possible pain and opening yourself up to love and affection.
I’m kind of a mess. I change my mind constantly. I’m weird, and I’m typically completely unfocused. But one part of my little mess that I’m slowly cleaning up is the part that’s afraid to forgive and quick to judge. That’s a part of my mess that I’m never particularly proud of. It’s a part of my mess that prevents me from accepting others completely like God calls me to. I think sometimes we forget that we’re called to things like that. I think we forget that we are called to pursue divine qualities such as a forgiving heart and non-judgmental eyes. Those are the characteristics that grant us a heart capable of Godly love. And, I don’t know about you, but that’s the kind of love I want to pursue in my everyday relationships.
I know it’s hard to forgive. But the wholeness you experience when you do is uncanny. Because as much as we would like to believe that holding grudges cracks our relationships with others, it doesn’t. It cracks our relationship with our soul. It allows us to harbor guilt and anger that are poisonous to the pure Spirit that Christ wishes to instill in us. And the freedom that you experience upon emancipating yourself from those things is the type of freedom that love and compassion thrive in. And that love and compassion can cover up just about any wound that was caused by the original infraction or assault.
As weird as it is, sometimes it’s those people who break your heart that are most capable of granting it a proper situation in which to heal. And sometimes it takes the breaking of a heart to remind a person what it should have valued originally and how it should have expressed that value to others.
“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” – Galatians 6:9
P.S. You are enough.
By Maura Preszler | Founder of Made in His Image
The most pandemic wound in our world is fatherlessness. Every little girl yearns to be pursued by her father. She desires to be wanted. She asks the questions, Do you delight in me? Am I worth fighting for? Do you want me? Do you see me? Do you value me? Am I beautiful? Am I enough? When these questions are answered through a father appropriately loving, touching, kissing and affirming his daughter she doesn’t need to run off with the first boy who finds her attractive.
But when these questions aren’t answered in an appropriate way, she seeks to find these answers on her own. When a father doesn’t give his daughter the attention and love she craves, her need for male acceptance is bottomless. Often times these unanswered questions lead to eating disorders, depression and promiscuity to name a few. (Please note these struggles can still be present with a loving father, the majority is simply higher without one).
All my life I’ve yearned for love. Craved physical touch so deeply at times I thought I’d explode without it. Ached for it, yet feared it with every fiber of my being. I was abused so much I didn’t even know what good physical touch should feel like. As a little girl and teenager I was never told I was beautiful or enough. These unanswered questions left my curiosity with a hunger that couldn’t satisfied my heart.
I searched for these answers on my own. I thought if I achieved a certain weight I would feel beautiful and enough. But the truth is, the more weight I lost the more empty I felt. My quest to find beauty could have killed me. I got so sick that I could literally hear my heart struggling to beat. I was petrified. One night I took my pulse and it was in the high twenties. I fought back tears because I was afraid my heart wouldn’t be capable of handling the energy my tears would produce. My bones were protruding, I was freezing, my hair was falling out in clumps, my finger nails were purple and I had fine hair growing all over my body. I was killing myself. I thought if I could reach a certain number on a scale I would be happy and fulfilled. Yet all my heart ached for was to be held and told that I was beautiful.
In college I pursued men because I wanted to be noticed. This left me feeling even more empty and alone. Every guy I dated was addicted to pornography. What the heck was wrong with me? Was this my fault?
Then a guy wanted me to get plastic surgery. When he mentioned those words my heart froze. I felt gross. So does this mean I’m not beautiful? You don’t like me just the way I am? You don’t think I’m attractive? You think I’m ugly? Even though I never considered plastic surgery, those were painful words to hear.
Then I was violated again by a man. I wanted to kill myself.
Then, I went to India and it was there that I found the answers I was so desperately searching for in all the wrong places.
I never knew that God the Father loved me and didn’t even really know He existed. In India, Eric Clark, a FOCUS missionary at the time, gave a talk about God the Father’s love. I broke down and wept. I had never heard about a love like that before. I couldn’t fathom someone loving me the way in which Eric described how God loves us. He used adjectives to describe God the Father that were foreign to me. He said God was gentle, loving, merciful, understanding, compassionate, and that He adored us (His creation). It was exceedingly challenging for me to digest what Eric was saying. But there was something about God the Father that captivated me. Even though I didn’t know Him or understand how He could love me, I yearned to with all my heart. I desperately craved love. And not the counterfeit love that the world offers, but genuine authentic love – the love of the Father.
After Eric’s talk I went up to him, Eric I want to know God like that. Can you teach me? One of the things Eric told me was that in order to know God, I must frequent the sacraments. So I made a commitment that I would attend daily Mass, go to adoration and confession more.
It certainly wasn’t overnight but my relationship with God the Father changed my life.
As I healed I learned that my validation of beauty and sense of acceptance isn’t the width of my waist, my BMI, how fast I can run a mile, the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend or the fact that I do. I can never quench my yearning to be loved through the number that flashes back at me on the scale. My worth comes from my intrinsic dignity as a human being.
I want to lovingly encourage you that no matter where you are with your relationship with God to make a commitment to get to know Him more. If you don’t pray at all, then pray for 5 mins. If you don’t go to Sunday Mass, then go this Sunday. If you already go to Sunday Mass, then pick an extra day to go during the week too. Pray the Rosary and if you’ve never prayed it, that’s okay, just start. Take little steps each day at furthering your relationship with God the Father. And sit in silence too and ask Him to show you who you are as His daughter. He sees beauty in you. Tell Him you long to see it too.
God adores you. You are precious to Him. You are His daughter. He loves you so. And He desires to lavish His love on you. You are beautiful, wanted and loved. You are enough.
I would go to Adoration and just sit there in silence. Daily I would ask Him, oftentimes in tears, to show me the beauty He sees in me. I would beg Him to show me His love. Then I would just be still. He showed me His love and how beautiful I am because I’m His daughter.
I’m far from perfect and I definitely don’t have it all together, but I still do these things daily and will for the rest of my life. A lot of women have told me that they think if they had a boyfriend or husband everything in their lives would be better. This is not true ladies. The truth is, if I didn’t first and foremost find my identity and beauty in our Heavenly Father I would never believe my husband when he tells me I’m beautiful. Never. No exceptions. You must find your beauty and worth in God first.
Read the book The Return of the Prodigal Son by Henri Nouwen. It changed my life and I know it will change yours too.
And don’t forget, no matter what you have done, the Father adores you. He died to take your sin. You are His creation. He created you out of love, to be loved. He has a plan for you! You have a purpose. Go to Him. He is waiting with His loving, compassionate and gentle Arms to forgive, heal and restore you.
Worry about finding a man to love you?
God created the universe, surely He didn’t forget about your future. And remember, you are worth waiting for. You are worth a man who will fight for you. A man who will protect and cherish you, a man who will truly keep you safe in ever sense of the word. Of course it’s important to keep in mind that no man is perfect and we shouldn’t put fairytale expectations on them, but they should strive to show you God the Father’s love through their attributes. Wait for a man to honor you for the beautiful gift that you are. The man God has for you won’t pressure you to have sex, he will wait patiently until your wedding night, so you can both give yourselves to each other as a sincere gift of self. Don’t ever conform to immorality to attract a man. And if you have sinned in the past, then go to confession and begin again. You are worth more than that. In fact, your worth is beyond human comprehension.
Also if someone is pressuring you to change your body, remember that plastic surgery is like saying, sorry God, but you didn’t make me good enough. I think I should help you out there and make a few changes. Satan throws lies at our insecurities all the time saying we aren’t good enough. But confidence in God, can and will, combat those lies. In order to do that, you need to be firmly rooted in who you are. Ladies, don’t let society mold your confidence.
Today I’m married to a man who pursues the Lord, a man who is a servant leader, a man who pursues me by first and foremost loving the Lord. He was worth the wait. At times I never thought I’d find him, but it was Jesus who brought us together. We have a seven month old son named Pio Matthew who bring us so much joy! Sometimes I wish I could go back and tell my college age self to be patient and that God had it all worked out. I can’t do that. So I’m telling you.
My last nugget of advice to you and something I have learned over the years, don’t search for your father’s love everywhere, find it in the Father.
P.S. You are enough.
By Erin McNew | Staff Writer
Today in class you talked to us about waiting. Sometimes I think that maybe you don’t think anyone listens to your stories while we ride. But I do. You’re actually my favorite instructor. I think you’re goofy and funny and when you get down to it, you’re honestly pretty relatable. You take a class that I dread going to at 8AM and make it my favorite class of the week.
Anyways, today you spoke to us about waiting and said something along the lines of, “The wait is long and the hard work is difficult but the results are perfect.” That really stuck in my head today. You’re whole story stuck in my head today. When you talked about getting discouraged by your dating life sometimes I actually started to feel a little teary.
When I was in 8th grade I decided to save sex for when I was married. And it was really easy until the end of my freshman year at A&M. I met this boy and he did everything right. He drove three hours to my house that summer just to take me to a movie. I’d never had a boyfriend or anything like that before, and he made falling in love the easiest thing. Over the next year though it began to get really challenging. He was always angry with me over nothing and I found this boy who used to be so sweet to me hurting me a lot. We’d go out and he would pay attention to other girls and ignore me, but when we left he wanted to drunkenly tell me he loved me. And of course I believed him. And I found myself constantly trying to win the affection of someone who didn’t deserve me. Our relationship grew to be really volatile and abusive for me, and a year after he’d first told me he was interested in me he told me he wanted to marry me then broke up with me.
I was broken. It was the first day of summer and I honestly felt like a shadow of myself. I didn’t know how to cope with the things I was feeling, so I’d ride my bike. Everyday I’d ride a minimum of ten miles. I started losing weight, but the one laying on my heart just grew heavier.
I had this really special friend that started reaching out to me. He made the healing of my heart a top priority and kind of captured it along the way. A year and a half later, we just celebrated a year of dating. He told me he was going to marry me on our first date and I’ve never been so confident in the words of another person. We plan on getting engaged in the spring, and every day I go to cycling I tell him how thankful I am that biking is more than just numbing for me now, it’s exhilarating.
You’re right in the fact that waiting is long. I made a commitment to myself in the 8th grade, and it took me almost six years to find it. My boyfriend doesn’t know, but I’ve been writing letters to the man I was going to marry since I was 16 telling him that he was worth every minute of waiting. I’ve written 88 letters now, and seeing his face everyday just makes each one increasingly true.
It’s easy to get discouraged, but I thought you should know that someone as special as you is going to find the love they’ve been working hard and waiting for.
The result is always worth it.
P.S. You are enough.
By Rachel Clark | Guest Blogger
Puberty had never been quite normal for me. I didn’t get my period until I was almost 15, my 12-year-old molars still haven’t completely come in (I’m currently 20), and I went from being stick thin to putting on 8-10lbs in one month at the age of 16.
That weird period of weight gain was the start of my health getting much, much worse. My face bloated up, I was constantly nauseous and constipated, and I missed a couple of months worth of periods. I was also prone to huge mood swings, despite my generally happy, levelheaded personality.
What really ticked me off to knowing something was wrong was when I started developing painful, cystic acne at the age of 18. The summer before I left for college, the skin on my face, back, and chest was constantly inflamed and bumpy. I cried, as in bawled, almost every day.
I went to college and my freshman year was an extreme roller coaster of health issues and emotions. During the second semester in January, the ovarian region on my stomach began to throb nonstop for a week. I spent all of my free time lying in bed, only getting up to eat, go to the bathroom (which was unusually often), and drag myself to class.
I felt tired, teary, and just overall sick for the next few months. Then in March, I doubled over to what was the worst pain of my life. My roommate and neighbor freaked out and debated taking me to the hospital, wondering if it was something like appendicitis. After a horrifying 10 minutes, the pain subsided to a dull ache, occasionally interrupted by shooting pain. Having medically savvy parents and me being a pre-nursing student, I knew the dull pain was not due to something acute like appendicitis. I took pain reliever round the clock for over a week, and was told by a physician’s assistant a few weeks later that my pain over the past few months had been due to ovarian cysts.
Despite continual stomach pain, daily crying, and painful acne, I finished my freshman year. I still look back and wonder how I did it, remembering the horrible feelings of pain and hopelessness I felt so often when waking up each morning.
After I returned home for the summer, I went and saw a Napro physician in my hometown of Houston, TX. She drew labs, performed a transvaginal ultrasound, and diagnosed me with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, commonly known as PCOS.
I still remember the doctor sitting in front of me and showing me the ultrasound picture. “Do you see those pearl looking dots? Those are all the cysts on your ovaries. They have made your ovaries very swollen, 3x the size they should be, to be specific.”
PCOS, I learned, is caused by your body making too much male hormone (testosterone) and not enough female hormones (progesterone and or estrogen.) In my case, my body makes almost no progesterone and only a little estrogen, and WAY too much testosterone.
This extreme imbalance of my hormones is why I suffer from symptoms like acne, mood swings, and ovarian cysts. The pain that I felt in January and March of my freshman year were from cysts getting too big and eventually rupturing (which was cause for the excruciating pain.) When an ovarian cyst swells and ruptures, it pushes on your bladder, making you urinate frequently. It can also cause fever and an overall flu-like feeling because of all the ruptured fluid, which causes inflammation in your abdominal cavity (my stomach was so swollen I could have passed for being newly pregnant.)
And the weight gain and my puffy bloated face? Because hormones pretty much affect every aspect of your body, I had insulin resistance. Insulin resistance, to put simply, is when your cells cannot properly breakdown and digest sugars, like from sweets and starchy food/carbohydrates. This leads to weight gain and being easily bloated.
While I was grateful for this wealth of information, I was also very overwhelmed and eager to know what I had to do to “fix it.” Most healthcare providers will prescribe birth control. Birth control, though, essentially just puts a band-aid on the problem. The root cause of PCOS is a hormone imbalance, and all birth control does is stop your period to stop your hormones from working. This does not help anyone get better and usually just complicates health problems even more when a woman gets married and wants to have children. Since birth control puts the brakes on your hormone production, when a woman wants to get pregnant, her hormones at best are still imbalanced and need treatment, and at worst even more unbalanced and untreatable from the birth control’s effects.
Napro, however, seeks to help and heal women by prescribing natural treatments to balance out and correct the hormone levels.
If you or someone you know suffers from irregular or painful periods, abnormal acne, mood swings, stomach problems or most commonly, “I just feel tired all the time,” you very well may have a hormone disorder. You may not even have PCOS, you may have endometriosis (which is a topic for another day) or you might just lack or produce a little too much of a hormone (like thyroid, cortisol, etc.)
Hormonal diseases are horrifically under diagnosed in the healthcare field. I am still shocked when I hear from my friends or other women that they experience a lack of periods or extreme pain during them, abnormal weight gain, adult acne, the list goes on. This is because most doctors will default to putting women on birth control, and often people go on silently suffering for years, never understanding why they suffer from these unpleasant and sometimes debilitating health problems.
While this may sound cliché, you owe it to yourself to feel healthy and happy. Life is hard enough as is, and the last thing any young girl, college student, mom, or any woman needs is an overbearing, constant lack of good health.
Please, please, do not hesitate to a) shoot me an email or b) find a Napro Physician in your area. I know too well what it is like to be in pain all the time. I know what it is like to not know why you cry so much, and hate feeling sad and not like yourself. I know what it is like to feel the painful and swollen acne and crave having normal skin. I know what it is like to sit at a table with your friends and desperately wish you could have pizza and ice cream without feeling sick or gain weight. Trust me, I know.
I have learned in the worst of times, you can always choose joy in the suffering. And I know that all trials, including my own, are just part of the cross God has given me so I can get to Heaven.
Resources: I would love to hear from you and help any way I can!
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P.S. You are enough.
By Arden Whitehurst | Guest Blogger
You are seen. You may feel invisible. You may feel at times that you don’t exist. You may wonder if you have an invisibility cloak that hides you from the view of all guys. But, you are seen. You may not have guys clamoring for your attention, but you are still seen. At parties, you may be the girl who stands alone. At dances, you may be the girl who is never asked to dance. In your friend group, you may be the only one without a “significant other.” All of this may be true, but the real truth is you are seen.
You are known. You may look around you and feel as if there isn’t a soul in the room who really knows you. You may feel like no one, especially guys, would ever care to know you. You may be discouraged and feel alone. But, you are known. You may not have guys lining up to talk with you or even a date in the near future, but you are still known. All of this may be true, but the truest truth is that you are known.
You are beautiful. You are. You’re probably rolling your eyes or laughing under your breath right about now, but it’s true. You may not have guys fawning over your outward appearance or gushing about your beauty. You might not have a guy that tells you you’re beautiful daily. You may feel unattractive or plain on your best day, but the truth is that you are beautiful.
You are loved. You may have been hurt in the past or simply overlooked. You may feel unlovable. You may believe that there is nothing about you for a man to love, but you are wrong. Please hear this: You. Are. Loved. You may have moments, memories, that seem to prove that contrary, but the truest thing about you as a human is this, you are loved.
You are worthy. You are worthy of love and affection. You may not consider yourself worthy of anything, much less of love and affection. You may have been told you are unworthy or had a guy in your life that made you feel unworthy of good. You may have done, been, said, seen things that left you feeling completely unworthy of affection. You may simply believe, for whatever reason, that you are inherently unworthy regardless of anything you do. But that, my friend, is simply not true. You are worthy.
So, to the girl without a date, you are seen. Even if you are overlooked in the moment and feel invisible in a sea of pretty girls, you are seen by the Father. Even if no one asks you to dance or looks your way, you are still seen. You are seen by El Roi, the God who sees. No matter where you go, you will always be seen by Him. There is not a place you can run that will hide you from His gaze.
To the girl without a date, you are known. You may look around and see the couples, hear the stories and feel alone, unknown, unworthy of being known. But you are not alone and you are entirely known. In fact, you were known before the beginning of all time. Even if no guy is putting forth effort to know you right now, that’s not because you aren’t worth being known. God sees you and wants to know you intimately. He wants nothing more than to spend time with you. He wants to capture your attention and to have a relationship with you. You are known by your Father from the inside out.
To the girl without a date, you are beautiful. You probably look around and see the girls that have guys fighting for their attention and wonder what makes them more appealing, what do they have that you don’t? I bet you come to this conclusion – they’re more beautiful, thinner, funnier, or outgoing, more fun and flirty, more of everything that you are not. But I want to challenge that. They are beautiful, but so are you. You are altogether beautiful and there is no flaw in you because you were perfectly made in the image of a perfect Father.
To the girl without a date, you are loved. There doesn’t have to be a “prince charming” in your life for you to be loved. If you remember nothing else, remember this – you are loved. You are SO loved. So loved that someone died for you. And better yet, He died to save your life. Is there a better, more novel worthy love than that?
Lastly, to the girl without a date (or the girl with the wrong date), hear this: you are worthy. You are worthy of a man who will respect and cherish you. You are worthy of a guy that treats you with patience and gentleness. You are worthy of a gentlemen and of being treated like a lady. So, be that lady and wait for a gentlemen. Because you are worth waiting for.
I will leave you with this: You do not need to be thinner or taller or funnier or smarter or more talented and flirtatious or anything else. You are seen, known, beautiful, loved and worthy just as you are, date or no date.
P.S. You are enough.
By Tori Vissat | Guest Blogger
The desires seem to be sitting on my shoulder for all to see.
They are exposed, sometimes painful and sometimes beautiful.
But I know that they are always on some level, very beautiful…because God is the author of them. For the longest time, I hardened my heart to authentic love.
To pure love. To a love that only gives. To a love that mirrors the love of Christ, This is My body, given up for you.
How truly wonderful it would be if one day my Lord would allow that to be a reality for me, with another person, on our wedding night.
But with all good things, the devil himself waits to destroy these thoughts!
“Those desires are not from your Father! You made them up…you are crazy to think that would happen! You are far too bad for God to fill your hearts greatest ache!”
And so it is, the great battle wages on the one where I must make a free choice over and over again to believe that my Father is good, to say “yes” like Mary that what was promised would be fulfilled and to cry out like Peter, Yes Lord, you know that I love you.
Jesus’ timing is not mine. I cannot be like Eve and grasp for what I think I need and want. I must wait in the silence sitting with the ache in my heart. For the greatest of these is hope and hope will not disappoint.
P.S. You are enough.