In the sea of faces, I see you.

9 02 2008
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We went out today, and I felt horrible. There were too many people and I realised that the way we look affects us too much. I was wearing a ski jacket (it was cold) and my baggy jeans, and I felt about 50 years old and self-conscious. I kept thinking that if I had only worn a different jacket, I would have felt much better about myself. But now that I’m in the comfort of my own home, I see how ridiculous it was to feel that way.

But that’s just a part of the world we’re living in, that tells us we’re important or not important based on the brand of clothing we’re wearing, or the number on the scales when we’re standing on it, or how we walk. And how do we know exactly who we are and what we’re worth to anyone in this world until someone tells us how much we’re loved?

Or do we wait and wait and wait and work and do things to try to tell everyone we’re valuable in the same way they think they are?

But maybe there’s another way… like actually listening to what that small, confident, voice that speaks into our hearts is saying, that we’re loved… so much more than the other things in this world, that something in this world happened so that we could be brought back into a relationship that beats all relationships in this world.

I’m working on my relationship right now, and I have never felt better about working on a relationship.

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