Dear P.O.,
It's funny that those are your initials because you are a BOX! A P.O. BOX...and I am sending this letter as my key to closing you. I don't even know how I got caught up with you in the first place.
Oh wait, I remember! I spent years asking others what they thought about things concerning my own life. That's how you crept in and began to control my every move. You were a sneaky little something, weren't you?
Here's what I've learned about you...that you are none of my business. The only opinion of me that really matters is God's and then how I feel about myself should line up with what He says about me. You see, His thoughts of me are precious and pure, He sees me in my fullest potential and He is perfect. That means He reserves the right to have an opinion of me.
You, on the other had, have a dirty filter. You see me through a clouded glass because you are tainted with your own imperfection. You poor thing...who told you that you had a right to judge anyone?
Let me help you. Our imperfections are somewhat of a prerequisite for being used as vessels of God. The anointing on our lives requires that we will always have need of Him. That's why we must "consider our own selves in the spirit of meekness when we recognize fault in others".
So P.O., I leave you with this challenge...Pray for me instead. Because neither one of us qualifies to be a judge.
Respectfully,
Steph
I am going to share this for sure bcuz their are some people that need to read about p.o.
ReplyDeleteVery well put Steph. I appreciate your words of enlightment to people of purpose. Love you Corey.
ReplyDeleteThis is so true. I wish I knew this when I was 8 years old so that I would not have to train myself to do this as a young adult and an adult. But nonetheless, Steph you are right. I will keep people's opinions in a box right where they belong.
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