For far too long I let others approval or view of me define who I was. If I was noticed I felt loved. If I was given a hug I felt loved. If I was complimented or celebrated I felt loved. But what about God's thoughts and feelings toward me? I used to think that God made mistakes in some of the ways He made me. I hated that I was shy and timid, afraid to speak up, afraid to stand out. I envied the outgoing, vibrant girl who owned the room as soon as she walked in the door. I didn't believe that I was worth standing out, worth being noticed, worth being loved and adored. I let others opinion of me completely alter how I viewed myself. I chased after love and acceptance, pursued others fiercely and deeply and wore my heart on my sleeve. When rejection came, it didn't just wound me, rejection crippled and paralyzed me. Then I would see other friends adored and treasured and instead of just being jealous or envious of them, I felt an even deeper rejection and lack of worth, like I couldn't possibly ever deserve that kind of deep affection and love..