I usually think of myself as a fairly compassionate person. However, there is one person to whom my compassion frequently fails to extend: myself.
I fall into a vortex of negative self-talk, saying things to myself that I would never say to someone else. If I fail to complete a task, I call myself lazy, a slug, a slacker. If I don't do something well, other names come up: stupid, untalented. And so it continues. Sometimes these words become a self-fulfilling prophecy and I end up being the very things I abhore.
I have a feeling that I'm not alone in this downward spiral. It often seems to be women who suffer from this nasty disease the most. What, I wonder, have I taught my daughters by my putting down of myself. What example have I displayed for other women? My mind knows that this isn't healthy. More, my heart knows that this isn't the Father's plan for me, one of His daughters.
This I know for sure: the Father loves all of His children. Even me.