Guess I'll Go Eat Worms

Back in the days that I grew up in, days of "tuck that seatbelt in the seat so it doesn't fly around and hit you," rotary dial phones, and real food at McDonald's, there was a song that kids would sing that went something like this:

Nobody likes me,
everybody hates me,
guess I'll go eat worms.

So, all positive self-esteem podcasts aside, this is obvi not a happy song that one would sing to celebrate life.  Here's the funny thing:  in our family, it was a funny song that we would sing in happy voices because it totally never applied to us.  (Okay, maybe a pity party that no one showed up to now and then, but generally....)  It was like a funny, ha-ha thing.

Fast forward to the days of Facebook.  Now you can see in glorious, megapixel-color events that you didn't go to.   Sure, some things you look at and yay, how fun for my Facebook friends, who, for all intents and purposes, are my "friends" because I clicked confirm on a computer screen.  But then there are inevitably things that you weren't invited to and you really wish that you would have been.

And then there's the comments, both written and verbal, that cut you to the core.  We had a family staying with us once and I had such a good time visiting that I forgot to get work clothes for the next day out of the bedroom where we hosted this family.  Of course, I thought about this at 7 am, so I rifled through my daughter's closet to find something not only work-appropriate, but age appropriate.  I put together an outfit that was not my best but would work for that day.

About 2 pm that afternoon I saw an email pop up in my inbox from a person with whom I did not often exchange emails.  Since my name was in the subject line, I opened it and the email read:

"did you see what Terri has on today?  I wonder if she looked in the mirror at all."

Obvi not intended for my viewing and I think my name should have just been in the subject line, not the "to" line.  After a few blinks of disbelief that I was being Mean Girled at the age of 46, I had a God-given moment of love and grace and responded, "Yes, I saw it this morning when I looked in the mirror."

I have to be honest and say that this made me cry.  But to this person's credit, when she realized what had happened she was truly sorry and went to great lengths to make it up to me.  But words and situations and people can make you feel like you are less.  Not enough.  Not good enough.

But here's the news:  Jesus did not die on a cross for you to feel like you are not good enough.  Jesus came that we might have life and have it more abundantly.  Not Joel-Osteen-life-is-so-great-and-this-is-my-best-life-now abundant, but given to you that you can live victoriously, even when you get mean girled.

If you have ever struggled with this, I would like to invite you to join me in an online study of this topic using not only good ol' friend talk, but through the eye of God's Word.  Check out this link  Uninvited Study with Lysa Terkeurst  for more information about this -did I mention- FREE study?

You won't regret it.

Oh, and no worms.


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