Even if you look closely, peering into the depths of who we are, we will never know our size. Our perception is always flawed by self-expectations.  You and I are much more marvelous, much more important, much more consistently creative than we will ever know or even admit. We do not credit ourselves with the things and events of which we are the central figure. Our own flawed window keeps us from seeing our own personal worth.  We are blind to our gifts.  We become deaf to our own voice.  We don’t hear our self-magnitude. 

Our blurry image of self is so unrecognizable that we become dependent upon the assessment of others. Assurance of worth seems to be delegated to everyone but ourselves. These others seem only to see our imperfections and our weakness.  Every personal accomplishment is seen as an opportunity for the world to pick it apart. We become so encapsulated in the lint picking opinions of everyone else, we shun any effort that could be construed as being good in the fear of not living up to the expectation of perfection of our detractors.

We must be more than what others see.  We must dig deep into a realistic view of who we are; to allow ourselves to say, “that was good”.   

Being creative is like that.
Writing is like that.  
Life is like that.
Worship is like that.
Relationship is like that.