Shark hunting

I’ve been pondering why it scares me to post on this blog. Am I scared to be real.? Maybe I’m just afraid to be known. If people know what I really think, how I really feel, will they still like me? That’s why I tried to keep my journals secret when I was younger (and still do keep a personal, private journal—not everything is meant to be voiced publicly). But will there ever be complete freedom to be myself and not care what others think? I suppose it’s good to a certain extent to please other people, but I want to care most about pleasing my King.
As I ran 7.5 miles on Sunday I thought about DCB’s song, “There is No One Like You.” Just like there is no God like ours, there is no one else like you, or me. I used to think it prideful to say something like, “There is no one like me.” I’m starting to see how that statement honors our Creator. He made each human unique. We are created in His image, so creatively and beautifully it’s hard to fathom.
I wonder if other people naturally grasp this concept, or if I have a particularly hard time understanding that God could love me—even like me—when there are so many other great people in the world who probably deserve it more.

I know a few of you out there who struggle with the same thing, so I want to encourage you, as a wise and thoughtful person reminded me last week—You are one of a kind, and that is reason to celebrate!
Part of my problem is comparing myself to everyone else, and wanting to be anyone but me. Jealousy is being angry at someone for having more of your idol than you do. Jealousy is also a shark.

Jealousy

The shark, the shark
It lurks in the dark.
Beware its bite,
For it won’t warn you with a bark.
The shark, the shark
It swims alone.
To eat you whole, flesh and bone.
© Carrie

Anyone want to go shark hunting?