“But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.” – 1 Peter 2:9
Growing up, I never wanted me. I could vividly recall praying a prayer at the age of seven or eight: “God, I want to be like like her. She is beautiful and smart.” I was none of these, apparently.
Growing up, I never wanted me. I can recall throwing sand in a girl’s hair because it looked better than mine. Mine wasn’t good enough.
Growing up, I hated my skin. “Too dark”, they would say. I let those words sink in.
Growing up, I told my mother I wanted to be another race. My logic: their hair was soft and skin, half baked. God left me too long in the oven, apparently.
Growing up, I wanted to be a model and an actress. My dreams would surely come true! Except my acne killed my confidence, my nose too big for the shoot.
Growing up, I learned that God wants me. He reminded me in a song by Dara Maclean “Wanted”. She sung “ You are wanted. To every broken heart,He stands with open arms…”
I’m still growing and though the accuser tells me lies to knock me off course, I choose to believe what God says about me and I implore you to do the same:
“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works,which God prepared in advance for us to do.” – Ephesians 2:10
Still growing, I choose to cling on My Creator’s words instead of others, my own and the accuser’s. It’s a journey, long and hard, but by His grace we will all overcome.