There’s a freshness to being real, I guess. I’m learning to be in that state at all times this season. What my dad told me tonight about not apologizing for who I am confirmed what I’ve been learning from Daddy God these days. There’s power when I simply stop striving to be someone I’m not and start being who God created me to be. 🙂
Reading a particular blog showed me that. The writer was actually into a very everyday topic – fashion and style – but there was something real (as opposed to being contrived) and fresh that I admired in her writings that showed forth her personality, quick wit and intelligence. She did not even try to write something intellectual to prove herself. I found it quite charming, actually. And somehow, I felt that God was telling me to just be myself and enjoy it! Hahaha! What joy there is in acceptance. That actually leads me to another revelation or rather, question: Am I that accepting of my students who are “different” from me? Or people, in general, for that matter? Now, that’s a million dollar question I must answer.
I think that’s what’s lovely about kids. They’re so real and so unpretentious. 😉 They never put their best foot forward for other people. They just be. 🙂