Perspective
Not everyone will like you.
Not everyone will agree with you.
Not everyone will understand why you do things the way you do.
Not everyone will be a supporter.
Not everyone is going to have the same kind of passion as you.
And that is okay.
Natural people-pleaser that I am, few other things bring me joy than being certain that others are pleased with me for things I have done. I've wrestled time after time with the thoughts, did I do the best job, did I do the right thing? Could I have done it better?
It's even come to a point of concerning myself so much with these thoughts that I could actually make myself physically sick. Constantly running what I said, what I did, searching for the better way other than the way I found because obviously it wasn't good enough. At least not in my own mind. I strive to make people happy and to do or even be the best. But the problem is I can never do or be those things all the time. Sure I might reach those standards on occasion, but it's not an act I can keep up because flawed is my middle name.
At 32 years, it is still a battle on a daily basis. A struggle to remind myself being a perfect people-pleaser is far from what I'm called to be.
I'm not called for that, I'm called to keep the right perspective in every situation, so I can use my time to further build His kingdom here on earth. The right perspective though has to come from the right person. For me that person is Jesus.
So on the days where I just can't shake that gnawing feeling; that feeling of did I do it right Lord, please tell me did I do it right?! I crawl slowly to His feet for some rest.
My rest might look like a scripture verse. My rest might look like an ugly cry. My rest might look like solitude in my bed. Each time it can look different, but the one thing that remains the same is Him.
He always shows up, he's always there, and I always leave feeling refreshed, comforted, and victorious at least for the day. I might be back tomorrow, but at least I made it through the day and that to me, is a victory.
Maybe your struggle isn't people-pleasing, but it is something. Trust me, we all have that something. Whatever the battle is, I pray that you find the right perspective from that just right person.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Phillipians 4:6-7
With love,
Tori
Not everyone will agree with you.
Not everyone will understand why you do things the way you do.
Not everyone will be a supporter.
Not everyone is going to have the same kind of passion as you.
And that is okay.
Natural people-pleaser that I am, few other things bring me joy than being certain that others are pleased with me for things I have done. I've wrestled time after time with the thoughts, did I do the best job, did I do the right thing? Could I have done it better?
It's even come to a point of concerning myself so much with these thoughts that I could actually make myself physically sick. Constantly running what I said, what I did, searching for the better way other than the way I found because obviously it wasn't good enough. At least not in my own mind. I strive to make people happy and to do or even be the best. But the problem is I can never do or be those things all the time. Sure I might reach those standards on occasion, but it's not an act I can keep up because flawed is my middle name.
At 32 years, it is still a battle on a daily basis. A struggle to remind myself being a perfect people-pleaser is far from what I'm called to be.
I'm not called for that, I'm called to keep the right perspective in every situation, so I can use my time to further build His kingdom here on earth. The right perspective though has to come from the right person. For me that person is Jesus.
So on the days where I just can't shake that gnawing feeling; that feeling of did I do it right Lord, please tell me did I do it right?! I crawl slowly to His feet for some rest.
My rest might look like a scripture verse. My rest might look like an ugly cry. My rest might look like solitude in my bed. Each time it can look different, but the one thing that remains the same is Him.
He always shows up, he's always there, and I always leave feeling refreshed, comforted, and victorious at least for the day. I might be back tomorrow, but at least I made it through the day and that to me, is a victory.
Maybe your struggle isn't people-pleasing, but it is something. Trust me, we all have that something. Whatever the battle is, I pray that you find the right perspective from that just right person.
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| A type of rest, believe it or not💓 |
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Phillipians 4:6-7
With love,
Tori
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