...and love yourself for Pete's sake," is what I told myself on my drive home this morning.
Heart-deep ideas and thoughts usually occur, for me, in one of two places: the freeway or the bathroom. Today it was the 405 fwy northbound. And today it was a reminder to love myself.
I am so critical often times (though increasingly less) of myself, which leads me to criticize others, an it's just gross. Neither is it what Jesus said were the highest commandments. But I do it still.
Today I chose something other than fear -- I chose joy. I pulled out my camera, grabbed my dog, and hit the dog beach. Consciously choosing to ignor, nor be surprised by, the tapes in my head telling me I would fail and why bother.
"Because it's what Jesus asked me to do, damn it." I was angry (as you may have noticed) at all the days and times I've let myself listen and obey those other voices. Today I didn't. (And I'm working with Jesus on the anger.)
Jesus didn't ask me to succeed (which I often assume) -- he asked me to try, and to be faithful. So if my ideas and businesses and attempts fall flat -- great! At least I tried, and obeyed Jesus' voice -- and his voice asks me to be above do, and his voice offers Grace. And Grace allows me to love others better when I love myself, and follow his voice -- not to succeed, but to try.