Someone from my past showed up a few years ago. And in the getting reacquainted she made a statement via email; one reason she’d stopped talking to me was because I was “too religious”.
So I explained to her why I’m a follower of Christ and why it plays such an important role in my life.
I believe in Christ and that He died for my sins. I believe because it’s something I know deep inside and it keeps me alive. Literally. Because I cannot accept that we are on this planet living this hard, hurtful life for no reason at all.
God is woven into every crevice and cell of my body. He’s part of me and I can’t deny it.
He has done amazing things in my life and for those I love. I can’t deny His amazing answers to prayers. His astonishing forgiveness and grace. The power in His name. Because God meets me not only in the light but in the dark places where no one knows.
As some hurtful things have come to light recently, God continues to amaze me with how He orchestrates certain bible studies and words to fill my need and initial aching heart. He is working in me to not take what others say about me so seriously, especially when I know what they say is not truth.
If it’s not true, how can it hold any power over my being?
Perhaps these lessons are to toughen me up as I prepare to launch my novels because the critics of life will come. But they will not have the last word.
Are you suffering from others pointing fingers because you are too something? How do you deal with others opinions of you, especially when they are negative or lies?