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You don't define me

We all struggle with identity and self worth growing up, but the cold, hard truth is that we don't leave all the mean girls behind when we cross the stage at graduation. 

Enter the career woman, seeking to redefine herself as an adult with abilities and credibility. Daily, we are challenged to prove ourselves worthy to people who don't (all) even care about us. If we fail, we believe we are failures. We turn back the clock on ourselves, shutting out all our other triumphs, and dragging ourselves back to the sixth grade PE class, crying because we were picked last for the team, or humiliated when we can't climb the rope. 

Why do we allow that to happen? We have fallen into the trap of looking to others for approval, value, and identity, instead of The Lord. 

Paul wrote "Obviously, I’m not trying to win the approval of people, but of God. If pleasing people were my goal, I would not be Christ’s servant." (Galatians 1:10 NLT)

We are created in God's image, beautifully crafted, fearfully and wonderfully made, his cherished treasure...we are defined by our creator. 

Don't let the mean girl tell you who you are --even if it's you, beating yourself up. 

It doesn't matter who says you failed, YOU ARE NOT A FAILURE. God has a greater purpose for you ahead-- a higher calling than the frivolous things by which the workplace tries to measure us. We will never fit their standards or specifications because God's specs are different--and, most likely, taking you in a different direction than you thought. 

Shake off the heartache they've tried to stifle you with, and pull yourself out of that dead end with the assurance that you have a better purpose and certain victory on another path. They don't define you--God does. 

"My victory and honor come from God alone. He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me." (Psalms 62:7 NLT)  


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