Today I’m linking up with the girls over in the in(courage) Writers Group. We’ve been given an assignment to write an open letter to our inner critic.
I’ve known you for awhile now, really my whole life. You’ve sat next to me on several occasions, whispering criticisms in my ear. You’ve never held my hand as the Encourager does, but have picked and hissed. You’ve declared me unfit, unworthy, and just plain un-. You were there on the playground when you convinced me that my clothes weren’t good enough. You were there in high school when you told me I was awkward and not pretty. You’ve stood beside me as I’ve fumbled through adult-hood and stood next to me on the threshold of motherhood. Always whispering why I can’t.
On the heels of thoughts to encourage others, you come in with reasons why those encouraging words won’t matter. Then you tell me, that I’m nobody – who would want to listen to me anyway. You make me question the gifts God has given. In fact you had me believing for the longest time that I was one who God hadn’t bestowed any gifts upon.
But this is changing now. You can’t make me feel twelve again. You can’t make me feel like I don’t have anything to offer. And do you know why? Because I have a Savior who knows my name. I’m a child of the King and He says I have value and worth. He has given me permission to pray for others and to exercise that gift of encouragement that He has placed on me.
As of today I’m ending our relationship and fully intend to no longer indulge in pity parties. You’ve always been the best party planner, by the way.
So, with pen in hand, I will write to build others up. From now on I’ll be hiding His words in my heart, not yours.