“The fastest way to kill something special is to compare it to something else.”
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As a young girl, I carried insecurities and failures.
I thought all my self-doubt and feelings of unworthiness will somehow fade away in my adulthood.
But little did I know I'd fight my insecurities in a bigger battlefield. A little more dangerous.
We all are insecure about certain things. And we deal with them differently. Some may even avoid dealing with them.
As an adult, I realised that no matter how confident a person is, how confident a person stands or a person speaks, insecurities will cripple in. They always manage to find a way.
In my life, insecurities are disguised as lies.
Lies that make me question my value, identity and strength.
Considering the natural over-thinker I am, I can spend a long time dwelling on those lies. Unaware of how they gradually intoxicate my thoughts.
As a 13-year-old, I thought it’s a matter of age. As a 13-year-old, I thought I’m not strong or mature enough to overcome it. As a 13-year-old, I thought it’s a phase of life and it will eventually cease.
But no, I still do . . . and perhaps you do too.
Now that we’re older, we’re better at hiding it. We’re better at covering it up.
But why do we bruise ourselves like that?
For a long time, I was in denial that I felt insecure. I mean how I dare feel insecure - I’m not that type of person!
About a year or two ago, I noticed I became oblivious to my insecurities. I knew I felt some type of way, but I just ignored it.
I would tell myself: you are a confident woman, and you shouldn’t be feeling insecure. How can you become a role model for the younger girls? How can you act confident when you allow yourself to dwell in your insecurities?
It wasn’t just a matter of feeling insecure. But I began to feel guilty for feeling that way.
Why do I feel insecure?
I knew my identity came from God. I knew my value and worth are found in Him alone. I knew I’m wonderfully and fearfully made. I knew this truth and I believed in it. But I struggled to carry it on my bad days.
But isn’t it funny how we let go of the truth when we need it the most?
Maybe it’s because the lies begin to sound convincing that the truth – which I believe in – seems to contradict it.
We begin to embrace the lies and we question the truth.
I don’t know about you, but here is a brief scene between Lies and Truth that occurs in my head:
Lies: Hey, just a reminder that you’re not good enough.
Truth: That’s not true. What makes you say that?
Lies: I just think you’re not good enough. Or capable of achieving great things. Should we take a look at your shortcomings?
Truth: We could also take a look at the gifts, skills and strengths.
Lies: You do realise there are about eight billion people in this world who can do your job. Maybe even better than you do it. What makes you think you are so special?
Truth: Because I was made special and for a purpose. Just stop.
Lies: Stop it? Is it because I’ve begun to sound convincing to you?
Self: Why did I believe Truth all this time? Did I really think I was so special – made for a purpose, on purpose?
Lies: That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to explain to you! But you kept believing Truth.
Truth: But . . .
Self: I've been fooled by Truth.
See how it escalates? And the power we give Lies?
Maybe you thought it was cliche. Maybe because you're familiar with this scenario.
I realized I gave so much power to the wrong source. I became more aware as I got older.
I still fall for the lies . . . sometimes. But now I recognize them from a distance.
I recently listened to a message about women and it was my wake-up call. It opened my eyes to how insecure I've been feeling. It helped me understand why my perspective towards things changed.
Sometimes insecurity sneaks in and walks around in our heads - silently creating damage.
Recently, I've been subconsciously putting myself down. I didn't speak negatively over my life but I was continuously lured by comparison.
And if I’m completely honest, I sometimes feel insecure about my mental health. There are days where I feel like it disqualifies me. I know it’s not true but it still hurts.
Mental health is a condition, not my identity. But I have moments where I feel so disempowered.
But you know the Enemy loves it. he loves it when we focus on our weaknesses. When we belittle ourselves. When we disregard the Truth.
He loves whispering lies to us. He loves it when we begin to question our calling and purpose. Because he knows when we live out the truth, we become influential. He knows we'll let our light shine in the darkness. And he doesn't want that.
I like the way my best friend Grace put it.
“You are seen as a threat," she said, " If you didn’t have that confidence, the devil wouldn’t even attack you.”
I've taught myself to speak truth over my life even when I don't 'feel like it.' And let me tell you, some days it’s just hard to do!
When those lies come knocking, I kick them out. And trust me, so can you!