Lately, I’ve had reason to look back into my middle and high school years and self. And those are the words that come to mind:
Girl, don’t be so afraid.
This past weekend we celebrated my only niece’s 13th birthday with a blessing brunch, we dubbed it. My encouragements (things I would’ve told my 13-year-old-self today) to her were:
- You don’t have to be everyone’s best friend, and not everyone will like or love you, and that’s okay.
- You will never regret choosing Jesus and His way of doing things, over the temptations, tendencies, and promotions of the world.
In all honesty, I walked through middle school and early high school years timidly, paralyzed with fear of making a mistake or being thought of as out of the culture-loop. I was insecure about my appearance because I was afraid of being confident and feeling beautiful exactly as I was, believing the lie that comparison was better. I was afraid of letting the weight of who I was – my hopes, dreams, quirks, passions, interests – bear on those around me, for fear that I’d be judged or put on the spot.