Do you believe in the tooth fairy? How about the Easter Bunny? Santa Claus?
How about this one……do you believe in yourself?
For many of us, self belief is a foreign idea. Something which we struggle with daily. This isn’t surprising when you consider that only 3 in 100 people were raised in a home which encouraged positive personal development. So, what does this mean?
Let me ask you another question. What do you want from life? It’s a silly question and you may think that what you want from life differs vastly from the next person. Or, equally saddening, you may not even KNOW what you want from life. However, if you really think about it, don’t we all want the same things? Don’t we all WANT to be happy, successful, healthy and loved? We’re all not so different after all.
The difference is what are YOU DOING to get these things? And, wouldn’t you agree that in order to be happy, successful, healthy and loved YOU must DO something? I think so.
Let’s go back a step though. In order to ACT upon your desires, would you agree that you have to believe in yourself? Believe that you are worth being happy, successful, healthy and loved?
In 1 Peter 3:3-4 it is written,
Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.
I love that very last part….. “of great worth in God’s sight”. I believe that God wants all of these things for us. Who am I to argue with Him?! So, my last question to you is this: Why wouldn’t you believe that you are worthy of these gifts? YOU ARE!
Now you are only left to find the vehicle to drive yourself to accomplish these things! It brings to mind a favorite inspirational poem of mine. When I hunger for extra drive, I read this poem, Invictus by William Ernest Henley.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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