Growing up, I never had many friends. From elementary school onward. For years, I had developed such a complex: suffering with low self-esteem and a negative self-image. I unconsciously gave people permission to tell me who I was; [forgive me if these terms offend you] They told me I was gay, a homo, a faggott, a punk, a sissy, a p***y, a bastard, retarded, and the list goes on. After hearing it so much, I began to dislike being the young boy with the extensive vocabulary; I disliked being the young man whose only interest was to just be an intellectual; I had no interest in sports, and, because of that, there were men, priding themselves as so called- role models,who I encountered along the way that considered my disinterest a crime in the Rule Book of Masculinity and viewed me as less than. I began to look at myself as being nothing: inadequate and unworthy. The words spoken over me took such root within me, that the Word spoken over me by dynamic Men and Women in the Faith, made me feel good, but for some reason or another, wasnt enough to change my mind regarding who I thought I really was. It was only until I began to realize who God really is, that I was able to see who I really am. I am Forgiven, Redeemed, Adopted, Reconciled, Gifted, Anointed and Appointed. I am not who they said I was; I am who God says I am. I know there are people like myself who have lived your entire life living believing what they said. As Children of the Most High God, we cant live on what they said, but, solely on what He has already spoken concerning you. Ill admit, their words hurt me, but God didnt allow them to break me. God is our Creator. We are fearfully and wonderfully made; original masterpieces; precious and priceless clay in the Hands of a Loving Potter. #ImNotWhatTheySaidImWhatHeSaid * Smh
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 00:55:35 +0000
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