1235) There are several things about myself I really dislike. (OK, there’s more than just several!) I do not like it when people are mad, irritated, ticked off or just plain old don’t like me. I know, can a woman in her late 50s still care about such things? Well, I don’t care as much of what others thought of some things I did when I was much younger but, the bottom line is, I want others to like me. I’ve been working on this, but something within still yearns for this acceptance. What I should have realized much earlier is that I am accepted.

1 Thessalonians 1:4 says God has chosen me to be his daughter. The Greek used here reads that he’s adopted me; picked me out. If I follow this thought further, I can realize this choosing wasn’t because of anything I said or did; a better thought is despite all I have said or done, God still chose and wanted me.

I don’t need to be a people pleaser because God is already pleased. He has chosen me, after all!