Confidence
Much like the rear-view mirror on your car, I think I should come with a warning label:
“GUY IN FRONT OF YOU IS NOT AS CONFIDENT AS HE MAY APPEAR.”
Now, please don’t think I need therapy. That’s a given.
I’ve just been thinking ‘consistent confidence’ seems a healthier way to live. It seems to be what God offers, as well.
And that, of course, requires having confidence in the right things.
The problem? It seems I tend to struggle with basing my confidence in all the wrong things: my job, my relationships, my ’stuff’, my health, my ability to get things done, etc.
But when those things — being inconsistent at their core — prove less-than-ideal, you can guess what happens to my confidence: It suffers. My sense of self winds up looking a lot a roller coaster: up and down, inconsistent and nauseating.
Believe me, dear readers, I know the ‘Sunday School’ answer: I need to have a deeper confidence in “who God made me to be”, blah, blah, blah…
But as I’ve thought/prayed/written about this, I’ve sensed a deep nudge to process the ‘why’: Why do I put confidence in things that are bound to fail every now and then? Why is that my default, especially when I know the better alternative?
I’m not going to try to wrap this up with a cute, little answer. That seems trite and convenient.
No, I’m going to let those questions simmer a bit, confident I’m not the only one who needs to wrestle to find an answer.
