So Long, Insecurity

ou see, the trap is not only in placing our security in something that gives a false positive. It’s also in fighting like a mad dog to keep it there.

The answer is to deal with the insecurity, believing that everything God says about us is true.

Only the dead don’t bleed when they’re cut. We all fear that we aren’t who we are pretending to be.

Insecurity’s best cover is perfectionism. That’s where it becomes an art form.

Are we honestly going to insist on drawing our security from people—men or women—who are oblivious to the inordinate amount of weight we give to their estimation of us?

Nothing is more baffling than our attempt to derive our womanhood from our men. We use guys like mirrors to see if we’re valuable. Beautiful. Desirable. Worthy of notice. Viable. We try to read their expressions and moods in order to determine whether it’s time to act smart and hard to get or play dumb and needy. Worse yet, we try to tap into their inner equestrian by acting like the damsel in distress.

en are not our problem; it’s what we are trying to get from them that messes us up.

But we’re starting here because a woman with an unhealthy heart toward men will invariably be unhealthy in all sorts of areas, some of which extend far beyond her sexuality.