SELF, Day One: Being Worthy

I listened to an interesting radio broadcast one night that absolutely infuriated my mother when I told her about it. Two young women were discussing God and the thought that we are far from perfect but that we are loved anyway.

Though I know many of us are not fans of believing that we are not worthy, since our loving mothers told us for years upon years that we were SO worthy (ARE so worthy), it is hard to take a step back and humble oneself into thinking that just for a moment we are NOT worthy.

Worthy of what, you might ask.

Well, I'll leave that for you to ponder. I don't want to get particularly religious at this point on this forum, since there are many ways in which this can be interpreted.

I prefer to think about this: we are all filled with negative thoughts, negative words, and negative images all the time. Personally speaking, no matter what I tend to do, the negative seems to flood my mind more often than I care to admit. I don't think I'm alone in this...I'm just a regular person who says the eff word a lot and dreams about retirement. If, dear reader, you think that makes me a masochist who hates her job, you would be mistaken. I just find there is a lot to complain about. Call me a pessimist...I'm just being honest.

I could argue that I'm acclimating still; that teaching youngsters is really stressful; that being away from home puts undue stress on me. All in all though, I see the sunny side of life, but also know the cloudy bits very, very well.

Alright, so let's get to it...are we or are we not worthy?

I'm opting for no on this one. Gasp. Call my mother.

But here is the kicker: we are loved regardless of our unworthiness.

Do I deserve love? Yes.
Do I gravitate towards happiness? Yes.
Do you? Of course!

I'm not arguing those points. What I am saying though is that people just adore us, despite the fact that we are miles away from perfection.

And THAT, friends, is what is so remarkable.

We are unique flowers, blooming where we are planted, and people all over the place (and maybe even some higher power) thinks we are totally radical.

I don't need to be better; don't need to change who I am; don't need to appease those around me. I yam who I yam, as my father says, and though I might not be worthy of all of the love that comes my way, sure as shootin', it's comin' anyway.

I think it's pretty radical.

So what do you think?