Last night at the dinner table my son said something that stopped me in my tracks.
He said, ”I not great, Mama.”
Now I know I might have taken his words out of context. This same 2 year old has also declared on more than one occasion, ”I not a boy, I girl!”
Whether he really meant what he said isn’t the point. The point is the pain I felt in my heart after hearing him say those words. I think he is the greatest little boy on the planet. I could go on for days about all the ways I love him and am proud of him. In fact I tell him daily that I think he is really great. It is one of my greatest prayers that he would know deeply how great, how wonderful and how perfect he is.
And then it hit me. The heartbreak and saddness I feel when my son thinks something negative and untrue about himself is the same way God feels when I believe something that isn’t true about myself. God longs for us to see our true identity, sons and daughters created in God’s image. My son reminded me to listen to God’s opinion about who I am not my own or any one else’s.
It’s my goal to speak truth over myself and everyone around me, for a little bit of truth can breakdown a lot of lies. Truth can really set you free.