Some love me. Some hate me. I seem to give too much attention to both. I want those who love me to love me more because I desire their approval. I want those who hate me to love me because I desire their approval too. I can’t help it. I love approval. It’s like an addiction. I can’t get enough. The devastating happens when I get too much or too little. My head inflates this size of a hot air balloon when I people praise me. Just as quickly, the balloon explodes when others attack or critique me. Paul has a great medium.
What does it matter? The important thing is that in every way… Christ is preached. And because of this I rejoice. (Phil. 1:18).
What does it matter when I receive complements or attacks if Christ is the security of my approval? When I know that I’m a child of God through Christ, the good and bad comments can come and I can say, “What does it matter?” I am God’s very own. With that freedom, the weight of what others think of me deflates and I am securely grounded.