It’s Friday night and I’m lying on my bed, feet crossed, waiting for the new season of Monk to start. I’m chatting online with a good friend while reading a blog I enjoy. I commented to my friend that some of my writer friends write their blog posts for the week on Sundays, and then post them throughout the week. I whined that my blog needed CPR, but I felt like I had nothing exciting to say. This blog is my corner of the ‘net where I can ramble about all things Lisa–life, family, friends, writing, books, crafting, beaches. 😀

My friend told me I was thoughtful when I posted and she liked my style. Funny thing, she called it style. I told her I didn’t consider it style, but sounding dull. I treasured her sweet comment, but it made me realize how perceptions can be a tricky thing.

Isn’t it interesting how we perceive ourselves versus how others perceive us? Sometimes our friends and family give us a much-needed nudge when we start perceiving ourselves with a greater opinion than we should. Sometimes our friends give us that much-needed ego boost when our perceptions of self are eye level with a caterpillar.

One of my favorite verses comes from 1 Samuel 16:7–But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”

Thankfully, the way I perceive myself isn’t the same way God perceives me. After I became a Christian, it took me quite a while to realize how much God truly loves me. His love is faithful, redeeming, and unconditional. I spent many years suffering from low self-esteem. I felt so unworthy, but you know what?

To God, I am worthy.

He calls me blessed.

He calls me daughter.