Because I can't ask you to do what I don't do, was my thought.
My excuses have run out:
I was taller than everyone else by junior high and I wanted to fit in.
My father often told me to stand up straight so I rebelled.
I see myself as less than I am created to be and shrinking feels safer.That last one...does anyone else feel that way?
It occurs to me that we moved from Dominion Boulevard back in the Garden. God gave us dominion over the Garden and the animals--all of the earth was ours to manage--and we opted out to chase the failing endeavor of trying to be like God.
Thus we moved to Defeated Lane.
Now we crash daily into the reality of whom we were created to be and look at it like it is a foreign body and mind. We shrink back into our defeated self. It is exhausting to stand up straight and look our exceeding God-value in the eye.
I'm asking God to help me move from Defeated Lane back to Dominion Boulevard. Maybe it will start with standing up straight and risking the journey of seeing myself as valuable as God sees me.
I hope you are already my neighbor on Dominion Boulevard. Maybe I will see you soon. You can give me tips for living in the neighborhood.
