I guess I could be described as a girl who has insecurities, who relies on others for approval, and who takes what other's think in high esteem. I love being on the stage more than anything, it feels like home to me. Maybe it's so comfortable because of the applause after every dance, because of the mask of make-up and character I get to hide behind, because of my pride in all the wrong places. Pride of beauty, of talent, of excellence, of being loved.
I have pride in false beauty, in a talent that is not mine, and of excellence that is only perceived. The true pride should be in a God who saved me, who created the universe, and who gave me legs to dance with.
Today I learned that what everyone else thinks of me really DOES not matter. The best I can be is the most authentic version of me. God can't use me if I'm all wrapped up in thoughts about what everyone else is seeing or thinking or saying.
Honestly I'm glad what went down on stage today happened. Maybe it took a few falls, a few scares, and momentary paralysis to realize that what others think of me is not important.
What an incredible show, what an awesome God!
Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint!
Isaiah 40:31
