How to Help Our Kids Stand Secure When Body Image Issues Surface

K-W-3033One recent evening I was sitting in the living room with my laptop doing some research for an upcoming talk. But with all the laughter coming from the backyard, I was having a hard time focusing. From my chair I could see my twelve-year-old son and his friends – another boy and a couple girls – in the pool and became transfixed.

As I watched, they moved from playing Sharks & Minnows to trying to tip each other out of the raft to Categories. When my son jumped out of the pool to take his turn calling out the category, I couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute he looked to me. Unlike his fourteen-year-old muscular brother, his body is still soft and round. And he had on goggles and the biggest, goofiest grin.

I realized then they all had their goggles on, despite face masks not being anyones’ best look.  But at this point my son was totally uninihbited by what he looked like or why his appearance would even matter to his friends.  He was just focused on having fun and from what I could tell the same could be said of the others, too.

But I know this won’t be the case for much longer for these rising middle schoolers. Over the course of this school year, sadly they will become much more body conscience and concerned about what other think about them.

Ironically, the topic of social media’s effect on body image, self-worth and eating disorders was just what I was researching that evening. Maybe having this topic on my mind is the reason I even noticed how refreshing it was to see these kids on the cusp of their teen years being silly and unworried about their appearances. But after having already seen with my older two how quickly things change, I am not naive about what’s coming.

In fact, the teen survey I conducted shed light on just how often alcohol, drugs, eating disorders, cutting, burning, sexual immorality and depression, among other issues, become the coping mechanisms for dealing with insecurities, stress and not measuring up. I don’t say this to scare parents about the teen years but to emphasize the importance of talking to our kids about their true identity and worth.

Telling our kids how great we think they are will only go so far. What they need to hear is how great Jesus is for them! To be told of the One who left his throne in heaven to experience all the suffering, sadness and sin of this world in order to identify with us. But he didn’t stop there. By living the perfect life we can not, he shed his identity and took on ours. He became sin in order to bestow us with His righteousness. Because of this great love we can stand eternally secure as Sons and Daughters of the King.

When this is not the identity our kids know, they will try to find their identity in a million other ways.  Through idols that say they need more “likes” and “followers” on social media. Or, that they must dress a certain way or acquire more material goods so they look better.  Idolatry that lead them to elevate themselves, tear others down or exclude even friends so they get the most attention and therefore feel better about themselves.

In the future when my son realizes he is not as muscular as the next guy or when someone makes fun of him for having acne or for something he says, the only thing that will keep him present – enjoying having fun with this friends and not consumed with how he looks or is perceived by others – will be if he knows his secure standing in the love of Christ. 

The story of Jesus is the gospel applied to all of life and what they must hear to get their story straight. It is the only place to discover the real solution to struggles with body image and worth. Anything else falls short of the true security they are looking for and need.


What Haunts the Birdman Often Haunts Us Too

imagesThe last in my short series on Oscar-nominate films. Based on the number of nominations, Birdman is likely to come away a winner on Sunday night.

It was for this reason (its popularity with the Academy) and the fact I like to see as many of the Best Picture nominees as possible, I went to see this film though I knew nothing about it.

I recruited a few friends, who knew even less than I did, to go see it with me. And let me just say at least two of them probably won’t let me be in charge of picking the movie next time.

With its fragmented plot lines, an overabundance of foul language and the main character’s strange alter ego and ability to levitate, we were often left confused. Not to mention dizzy from the always changing camera angle. But, the message behind the film doesn’t escape me and for that I think it raises an issue we all must wrestle with.

Unknown-1In the show Michael Keaton (nominated for Best Actor in Leading Role) plays Riggan Thomson, a Hollywood actor once famous for his role in the super hero series, Birdman. Since that time however Thomson has lost his fame, and now feels unworthy and on the verge of suicide because of it. He is constantly haunted by the inner voice of his former Birdman character who pesters him with thoughts of who he used to be and how he isn’t measuring up to all he should be.

In an effort to regain his importance and the limelight, Thomson is preparing for Opening Night of a new Broadway production in which he is both directing and starring. Through the backstage interaction between the characters, including Thomson’s daughter played by Emma Stone (nominated for Best Actress in Supporting Role), we see Thomson is not the only one struggling with wanting to be “Somebody.”

Don’t we all want to feel like we are making a difference? That we matter? That we are relevant?

This to me is the heart behind the show. But the sad commentary is both in the show and in real life, our own self-importance and pride often blinds us into falsely believing this is where our identity lies.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to make a difference, God created us with purpose, different callings, talents and passions to find enjoyment in.  But, when we tie our identity to our performances, positions, paycheck, successes, failures or anything else as a barameter of who we are, we are turning to created things and not the Creator for our worth.

When this is the case we become enslaved by our own misguided “truths” and how we think others view us according to the expectations and standards we set. And if others don’t see us in the way we think they should, we fall into the trap of needing to try harder and do more in order to secure the self-exhaltation we seek. 

In the movie this describes Riggan Thomson. His too high opinion of himself led to depression because others didn’t view him in the way he desired and felt he deserved. He had an insatiable appetite to know he was okay.Unknown-1

How different life would have been for him and other charcters in the film and maybe for us, too, though if we knew and rested in who God declares us to be. That we are more than okay, but cherished and loved and significant. So significant, in fact, that God sent his Son to the cross so that all of His children could know Him eternally.

When we grasp that our identity is secure, not based on our performance, but on his perfect love and obedience for us, we won’t have to strive to be “Somebody.” Instead we can be free of ourselves and redirect our desire to make a difference on striving to impact others, for their good and the glory of God!

Did you miss the other posts in this years Oscar series? You can view them at: Shaping Influences in “Boyhood” and Into the Woods for Happily Ever After.

All Because Someone was Called a Chicken…

As our small group meeting was wrapping up the other night, my kids made their way into the kitchen for the remaining dessert. I was still in the living room visiting when what happend next went down.

imagesApparently one of mine was challenged to use fingers to extinguish the burning candles. When this kid wouldn’t try it, the other two proceeded with proclaiming: “Chicken!”

Just having fun, so they thought, which led my husband to join in.  But when “Chicken” came out of Daddy’s mouth, it was all over. In a rage of anger the lit 4-wick candle was picked up and about to be thrown at Dad!


Whoa – This escalated fast and I’m still in the other room unaware this is happening!  But when I called for my husband to go after the dog, who had run out the front door, he yelled, “I’ve got to deal with my kid first!” 

That is when I knew something was wrong!

As I went toward the kitchen my other two start filling me in on their sibling’s “anger issues” and I see my husband with this kid pinned against the refrigerator. It is, of course, feeling a little awkward for the remaining small group members so they quickly, quietly escape out and the five of us are left to deal.

Two thoughts stick out to me about all of this. Thoughts that would take this post in two different directions so instead of fully examining either I will just throw each out as food for thought.

First, my child was angry. But anger was not the real issue. It was bad fruit, not the root. What needs to be asked is what led to that expression. If we don’t go there, we are just covering the real heart issues with bandaids.

In the case of this child, the real issue is identity. Being a “chicken” meant being scared – something this child does not want to be viewed as.  This child cares alot about what other people think, more than who God declares His children to be. This “fear of man” idol ruling the heart is the root we must expose in parenting this child.

For the rest of us, the conflict served as a reminder of how our words hurt.  A reminder of how fragile we can all be. A reminder of how messed-up and messy relationships are – which is my second thought.

UnknownHow apropos, really, that our small group had just been discussing the muck and mess of relationships based on our new study in Paul Tripp and Tim Lane’s book Relationships: A Mess Worth Making. And then this situation – almost like an explanation point to the book’s introduction! Lol!  

(As a side note –  in case anyone mistakenly thinks pastors’ families  somehow don’t experience the same normal broken sinful mess as everyone else, you are wrong!) 

But here is the rub, as image-bearers of Christ we are created to be in community with one another. Created to reflect and display Jesus to one another – even and especially in the way we deal with conflict.

Unknown-1But how often instead are we too chicken?  Why is that the case? That is the root to be explored!

Once we go there by God’s grace may we not live our lives too “chicken” to deal honestly in relationships. Whether that means wading in to messy relational conflicts, being willing to sacrificially invest in others or taking off our mask to be transparent, this is where we are called to go.

May God’s grace trump our fear so we learn to live redemptively with one another to His glory!

When You Stop Beating Yourself Up

My thirteen-year-old son wrestles for our high school’s junior team and on Friday had a school day tournament. All wrestlers were to arrive at the host school at 6:45 that morning for weigh-ins. So at dinner the night before we discussed what time we needed to leave and what food and drinks I would have ready for him to take. What we did not talk about was his gear.

He went up to bed early wanting to be well-rested for the long day of matches ahead.  But, an hour later came back down the stairs with a look of panic.

He left his head gear at school, in his gym locker. Could we leave earlier to go get it, he asked.

I reminded him it would be too early for his school to be unlocked. Then he really panicked, admitting it wasn’t just his head gear, but his wrestling shoes left in his locker!


Thankfully he could weigh-in without either and my husband could get them before warm-up started. This reality didn’t matter to my son. He put his head on the kitchen table and proceeded to beat himself up over it.  

Coincidentally, at dinner the night before we had just talked about how he needs to work on his organization and preparedness. Case in point. While I was tempted to revisit that conversation, this is not what he needed to hear at that moment.

What my son needed to be reminded of was Grace. He needed to know who he is in Christ and rest in this identity that does not change based on his performance.

Now skip over to my sixteen-year-old daughter who has been overwhelmed with stress all week. She was in charge of a Student Council charitable fundraising event – a swim-a-thon – that had not ever taken place before. Putting it together had been challenging, especially without having a previous event or the experience to draw from. 1458425_870354149676682_3654803730887213614_n

As a former event-planner I could see things that could’ve been handled differently. But in this moment would it really benefit her to tell her what she should’ve done instead or what I would’ve done to make it better?

Absoltutely not! Doing so would actually add to her stress, fear of failure and temptation to beat herself up for not measuring up.

What my daughter needed to be reminded of was Grace. She needed to know who she is in Christ and rest in this identity that does not change based on her performance or the success or failure of this event.

It’s not just my children who beat themselves up over a mistake. Don’t we all – at times? 

Why do we treat ourselves so harshly?

Could it be we are often not okay with making mistakes or being less than perfect because our identity is tied to it?

What if this wasn’t the case and instead we really rested in who Christ declares us to be? What if we stopped beating ourselves up, berating ourselves and bottom-line – believing Satan’s lies? What would that look like?


Freedom from fear, rest from worry and peace for our anxious hearts.

We would be free to make mistakes and learn from them without feeling like failures.  We would be free to confess our sins without condemnation.  We would be free to live as deeply loved imperfect sinners! 

This is what I want my children to wrap themselves in – not their failures or their successes!

Deeply Loved Failures

Do you ever feel like a bad mom (or dad)?

Last night I was struggling with guilt because I skipped my sixth grader’s Open House at school. I had wanted to go originally, but honestly was just exhausted. Then when the rain hit and I knew I would have to park who knows where, I just said forget it.

But why the guilt? Why couldn’t I just sit happily in my chair with my book, enjoying the rain and the freed up night for the whole family since now there was no football either?

Two things were going on in my head. One, I didn’t want my middle-child to feel neglected, like I didn’t care about his school and classes. He even told me with the crazy sideways pouring rain that I should just stay home. (And he might have also said that I’m not a very good driver in that kind of weather 😉 )

But the other thing and probably the main reason for my guilt… I didn’t want his teachers to view me as a negligent mom.

Again why? Why does this bother us so much? You know, worrying about what other people think!

This is where our church’s current sermon series expounding on the teaching in Galatians hits home. The Word of God jumping off the page and penetrating my heart.

In Galatians, Paul is comparing two ways of living. We either live by grace salvation (the only true gospel) or we live by achievement salvation. By achievement salvation Paul means we are not living by grace alone. We are adding something to it. Jesus + something else. Jesus + our own goodness. Jesus + our own achievements, striving, obedience, perfection.

This is not the gospel. This is works. This is self-righteousness. This is believing there is something I can do to earn God’s favor. To make God think more highly of me or to love me more.


This is saying His grace is not sufficient. That is perfect life of obedience and death on the cross did not accomplish it all. This leads to a life demanding perfect perpetual performance. Trying to be better. Seeking to look good to others. Not resting.

But the true gospel is freedom! The true gospel proclaims you are simultaneously sinful and justified. That you are a great sinner in need of a great Savior. That you are a DEEPLY LOVED FAILURE!

And guess what?

If you aren’t a failure you don’t need Jesus!

So why do we keep trying to act like we have it all together? Why do we wear the masks? Why do we worry so much about what other people think?

To give the impression that we are perfect is not living in line with the true gospel. It is bondage and is destructive to you and those around you. It is our default mode that the true gospel seeks to tear down so that we can be built up in Christ alone.  So that we will find our identity in his perfect righteous life, not in our own striving.

Lord, I believe but help me in the daily moments with my unbelief. Help me to know your love for me is secure. That I do not have to perform. Help me to live according to this freedom that only your gospel grace gives.

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Baby Veronica Tug-o-War

th-1Though the U.S. Supreme Court ruled on the Baby Veronica case I am not sure how widely publicized it is outside of Oklahoma and South Carolina, where the parties involved live. It is something I am seeing daily in the papers and the more I read I just feel so sad for this child in the midst of a tug-o-war.

For those of you unfamiliar with the case I will attempt to briefly hit on the details… First, it is a case in which an unwed pregnant Oklahoma woman made the decision to place her baby up for adoption.  She selected a South Carolina couple to adopt her baby and the biological father, who is of Native American descent, terminated his rights as a parent.

Upon the birth of the child, known as Baby Veronica, the couple pursued legal adoption and raised her for the first two years of her life. However, during that time period the biological father fought through the court system for his parental rights to be reinstated, arguing that he had only signed over his rights to the birth mom and had no knowledge that she intended to adopt the baby out.

After much legal wrangling, it was decided in a South Carolina court that because of the Indian Child Welfare Act giving tribes the right to intervene in the adoption of Indian children that the biological dad should indeed be given custody.  So on New Year Eve 2011, Baby Veronica was taken from the only parents she knew and returned to Oklahoma to live with her biological dad, where she has now been for approximately 18 months.

Last month, the U.S. Supreme Court overturned the ruling sending the case back to South Carolina to be reconsidered, in which they did and awarded custody back to the adoptive parents. Currently the child remains with her dad, who is now really the only parent she cognitively knows and has bonded with. All the while the fighting continues; both parties desperately wanting their little girl.

All this back and forth reminds me of the story found in 1 Kings of the Bible in which King Solomon had to rule about who another child rightfully belonged to. In this case, two women had babies but one woman’s child died shortly thereafter. While everyone slept it was said she kidnapped the other baby claiming him to be hers, leaving the deceased child for the other mother to find.

After arguing which child belonged to whom, they took the debate to the king. Solomon’s response,

“Bring me a sword.” And when they had he said to the women, “Divide the living child in two, and give half to one, and half to the other.”

The mother who’s child it really was couldn’t bear the thought of this action killing her son so she pleaded for the child to be given to the other woman instead.  But that woman would have rather the boy been killed than watch with envy the joy and blessing this mother would experience in raising her child while she was left alone in her depression and grief over the death of her own child.  At this Wise Solomon knew exactly who the true mother was and gave her son back to her.

Now I don’t presume to know the right legal answer in this complicated current battle. And I can’t imagine the anger and injustice both parental sides are feeling. But I also can’t imagine the hurt, confusion, future guilt and issues that Baby Veronica will suffer because of it.  At this point and because of her age now, what is truly for HER best life-long well-being must become paramount in considering who will parent her.

I pray that no matter what, she will know the love of Jesus as her Heavenly Father. As the only One who will never leave her.  I pray for spiritual and emotional protection over her as she grows older and may struggle in her identity. I pray that she can rest knowing that for her, as is true for all of us, finding our security and identity in Him is the only place we will find peace.

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Your Story. My Story. Our Story!


Your Story. My Story. Our Story. Passionate concluding words sung by the Gullah storyteller at Boone Hall Plantation near Charleston where my husband and I toured a couple days ago. We stumbled upon her outside one of the tiny slave homes situated under the moss drenched oaks on the magnificent expansive property. She had been enlightening the small crowd on the history and culture of the Gullah people who served as slaves in the very place we stood listening.
She was captivating in the way she painted the picture of life in a time we would prefer to blot out of our country’s history. But instead of speaking with bitterness and contempt she urged us – all of us white and black folk gathered around –Remember

Your Story. My Story. Our Story.

Just the day before I had read a very similar statement in a different, context. In the book Sarah’s Key, which I had brought along on our trip to the Low Country, I heard for the first time through a fictional character about another point in history that is often overlooked.  It is the plight of the Jewish French citizens during the Vel d’Hiv’ Roundup of July 16, 1942.
Men, women and children escorted from their Paris homes by the French police, held at the Vel d’Hiv’ cycling arena and ultimately to their deaths at Auschwitz. Very few escaped.  Those who did and also the non-Jewish French, who had turned a blind eye, rarely – if ever – spoke of it in attempt to erase the horror from their minds. Even the memorial plaques simply defer guilt on to Hitler alone. Finally in 1995, over fifty years after the roundup occurred, then French President Jacques Chirac became the first to acknowledge France’s responsibility for the thousands of deaths asking that we Remember. Never forget.

Your Story. My Story. Our Story.

One more story that these two point me back to is that of a man who lived a life of suffering and pain; rejected by his own people. Even his own father rejecting him at the end.
But the rejection came from a Father who was driven by love. A Father who loved His children so deeply despite our sin against Him, He rejected His own son’s final plea for mercy and instead poured out His wrath and judgement so we could go free. So we could spend eternity with Him. So we could experience, now, His smile and presence.

Your Story. My Story. Our Story.

We must know and remember our stories; who we are… Sinners in need of a Savior. And know and remember daily His story; who He is… Our Rescuer and Redeemer. Despite sin and circumstances the ransom has been paid. We are free. Free to live under His never-ending grace that is always bigger than our never-ending sin.

Your Story, My Story; Wrapped up in Him. His Story is now Our Story!


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Identity Struggles from a Baseball Mom

I am a baseball mom … among many other sports and activities. But this is the season we are now in that dominates a good chunk of our time.


I love it though and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else … well, maybe somewhere else, like home, a couple nights a week :).  But the joy that comes for a parent watching your children succeed in their various realms makes it all worth it. To be their support on the sidelines and the one they look over to and flash their familiar smile when they do well or their team is winning.

However, we all know things don’t always go in their favor and it’s not easy to see them down or sad, in any area of their lives. We must then bear the weight of their frustration and failures, find the right words and walk the fine line between consoling, encouraging and instructing.

This takes wisdom, patience and prayer. As does another issue I wrestled though last week when my son was pitching.


You see he is normally on first base or sometimes in the outfield, but he had hoped to try pitching. His opportunity finally came and he stepped up to the mound. He had some great throws and managed to strike a batter out, but the majority of his pitches were too high or outside. Generally just inconsistent.

I squirmed in my chair feeling nervous for him, wanting so desperately to see him succeed. Thankfully the moms sitting around me are awesome and were cheering him on. And our coach never got upset, only encouraged him lovingly throughout the seemingly longest half inning ever!

A total of five runs were scored against us because of all the walks. And I worried that if we lost it would be on his shoulders; his fault – only him to blame.

How would this effect him? How would he be viewed?

This is where our fear takes us, isn’t it? A fear of man. A fear of what other people think. Too easily our identity becomes wrapped up in other people’s opinions and not what God says to be true.

This is when the rubber meets the road in terms of how the gospel applies to all of life. And the most important thing I can do, as a mom, for my kids is to point them back to Christ. To remind them of their true identity and the opinion of the only One who matters.

My son’s identity will never be secure if he finds his confidence in being a good pitcher, or ballplayer period. Just as adults, we can not base our worth on our beauty, intelligence, other’s opinions, professional or financial successes or anything else.

My right standing and identity only comes in knowing that I have a Savior who lived a perfect life and then died a sacrificial death for me, despite my sin. When we realize there is nothing we did to earn His grace and nothing we can do to lose it, we will find our confidence and security in Him.

Now when I fail, or look bad, or mess up, or think others are talking bad about or blaming me, I do not have to fear or defend myself. Instead I can stand assured that His favor and delight rests on me! No one else’s opinion matters; it’s all sinking sand.

This is a perspective we must believe for ourselves and teach to our kids. They don’t need greater self-esteem, they need a greater understanding of their worth in Christ!


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I Was A Houston Rockets Fan

th-1I grew up a Houston Rockets fan. A fan of the Oilers and Astros, too. These were my hometown teams. Throughout my high school and college days the Rockets and Spurs seemed to always be battling it out.  I knew who all the Rockets players were and stayed up in to wee hours of overtime play-off games cheering them on.

During an overlapping time period, in the era of three of the Cowboys Super Bowl wins, I had moved to Big D and as much as I wanted to still hate the Cowboys I couldn’t. America’s team became my team. I knew all of their players and cheered them on.


The story shifts again. This time to the Oklahoma City Thunder. It’s impossible to live here and not get caught up in the energy of the team. The fan base is amazing and although we are the third smallest NBA market the Thunder produced the largest television viewing audience this season. Again, we all know who the players are and cheer them on like they are family.


So am I traitor?

I think not. I like to think of it this way… as we grow, the places and people we are identified with change and mold us.

Since I grew up a Big City girl, moving to the smaller Texas town I called home for eight years was a drastic change and way of life.  (This is when the Baylor Bears eclipsed my own alma mater- the SMU ponies!) But what I found in my time there is that smaller communities have a lot of wonderful benefits. In fact, many even outweighed the aminities of a big city.

Big city or smaller town I will always be a Texas girl.  But I can’t deny that the place where the wind comes sweeping down the plains has seeped in to me. It’s now part of who I am; part of my story.

What I’ve discovered along the way is that it’s good to embrace what I might have once snubbed my nose at. In fact, moving has actually allowed me to identify better with different types of people, eliminating some of that pride.

So who can blame me for staying up cheering for the orange and blue Thunder over by former favorite Rockets?!



(Even our Thunder coach used to be a Rocket!)

Now if I’m not careful, I may one day even be yelling “Go Sooners” :)… For the time being though, I still say “Hook ‘Em”!


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Defined By A Label?

thWere you given a certain “label” in high school?

Maybe you were the jock… or the cheerleader…a skater…druggie…band nerd…teacher’s pet.  There are tons of stereotypes and labels given. Right or wrong they became the way we were identified and the way we identified others.

What is interesting is the effect our past or present labels often have on the way we live by either trying to live up and maintain that label or striving to drop the label and prove to everyone that we are not a certain way.

In Romans 6:1-14 Paul speaks to labels.  He wants believers to understand that they are no longer identified or labeled with Adam, but are now identified in Christ.  A label has been dropped and a new one given.

In Adam we carried the label: “disobedient one”, “slave to sin”, “condemned”, “judged”, “deserving death”.

In Christ we are defined by His obedience and the grace of justification, righteousness and life.  We are loved, made whole and at peace with God.

We are told that we have died to sin. Yet we know we still sin.  It sounds contradictory! But what Paul means is that we are no longer slaves to it.

Sin is like a cruel king who reigns and rules over slaves.  But Jesus’ death has broken the chains of sin and freed us from its reign.  Sin’s dominating power, influence and authority is gone; we are now free.  Free to fight against its influence.

The “free from sin” and “united to Christ” label means everything that is true about Christ is true of you!

It is THIS label that defines you and should affect the way you live. If this is true…

  • Why then at times are you afraid of God and hide from Him when you sin, like Adam did?
  • Why do you fear punishment and think God is angry with you?
  • Why do you think after all you’ve done wrong or the fact that you keep giving in to the same sins that He will remove his love from you?

Everything that you were in Adam’s label has died, so no longer should you label yourself according to sins you struggle with!

This is exactly what Matthew West addresses in his song that I love: Hello, My Name Is

“Hello, my name is regret                                                                                          I’m pretty sure we have met                                                                                                                Every single day of your life                                                                                      I’m the whisper inside                                                                                                  That won’t let you forget.

Hello, my name is defeat                                                                                                                           I know you recognize me                                                                                                                                                                                           Just when you think you can win                                                                                   I’ll drag you right back down again                                                                           ‘Til you’ve lost all belief”

Or for you it may be:

  • Hello, I’m the depressed one…
  • Hello, I’m the one with anger issues…
  • Hello, I’m the one with an eating disorder…
  • Hello, I’m the one seeking attention…
  • Hello, I’m the one who doesn’t measure up…
  • Hello, I’m the one who always drops the ball…
  • Hello, I’m the one who ______(with whatever you fill in this blank).


You are the one who is deeply loved by God! Declared Righteous! You are the one whom God is well pleased! You are HIS.


Hello, my name is Child of the one True King                                                    I’ve been saved, I’ve been changed, and I’ve been set free                      “Amazing Grace” is the song I sing                                                                    Hello, my name is child of the one true King

The One who makes all things new                                                                       Has proven it’s true” (Matthew West)

Start living in the freedom of your label that Christ won for you by living for a Father who will only treat you according to His grace.

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