Self analysis is an extremely disheartening hobby. It is our tendency, to fixate on our own selves, our own lives, our own weaknesses, and to get depressed at what is in front of us. And the more I see me, the more I don’t want others to see me. So I retract into my hermit-crab shell once again, trying to hide from what I perceive to be judging eyes, when the only eyes that judge me are my own. What an ugly cycle it becomes … because in that shell, there is only myself to look at and think upon … only more depressing sights and thoughts to be had.
The solution: stop the self-analysis and look to Him. At this quarter-century mark, I am nowhere near as wise as I thought I’d be, but what I have learned is that the sight of Him, the knowledge of Him, the revelation of His goodness, faithfulness, BIGness, and lovingkindness gives me faith and hope. I look at me, and I see only weakness and the impossibilities. I look at Him, and suddenly, I am free as a bird who knows that the skies are hers.
