Anchored in How He Sees Me

There was a time when my confidence was fragile.

Shaky. Conditional.

Attached to who approved of me, who affirmed me, who loved me well—or didn’t.

And when those people failed me (and they did), I unraveled.

I started to question everything:

“What did I do wrong?”

“Why wasn’t I enough?”

“Why did they treat me like that?”

The pain wasn’t just about what they did—it was about what it made me believe about me.

But healing has a way of bringing clarity.

And what I’ve come to know is this:

Their failure to see my value doesn’t mean it wasn’t there.

The truth is—

My confidence isn’t rooted in how others see me.

It’s anchored in how God sees me.

And He sees me through eyes of grace, purpose, and unshakable love.

I’m not saying I don’t still get triggered.

Sometimes the ache shows up when I least expect it.

A memory. A moment. A look.

And suddenly, I’m back in that place where someone made me feel small or unworthy.

But here’s the difference now:

I don’t stay there.

Because I’ve built something stronger.

I’ve anchored myself to something that doesn’t change.

God’s view of me.

He doesn’t love me on a performance basis.

He doesn’t revoke His love when I mess up.

And He doesn’t change His mind when others change theirs about me.

He said I’m loved.

He said I’m chosen.

He said I’m worthy.

And He meant it.

So now, when the voice of rejection whispers…

when someone else’s lack of love tries to define me again…

I go back to the anchor.

To the truth.

To the God who’s never failed me.

Because that’s where I’m safe.

That’s where I’m steady.

That’s where I’m whole.

Anchored. Not in people. But in Him.

Scripture Reflection: Jeremiah 17:7-8