I used to really care what other people thought about me. Then I met my wife. Now, even if everyone thinks I’m dressed like an idiot, if my wife likes my outfit, that’s all I need. If everyone else thinks my video was stupid, but my wife genuinely enjoyed it, I’m riding high for a month. If everyone, including me, thinks my new haircut looks stupid, but my wife thinks it’s hot, I’m keeping that haircut for the rest of my life! I don’t need the approval of everyone, because I know that the one person who really matters loves me more than I could ever know.
Let me say (or type) that again. I don’t need the approval of everyone, because I know that the one person who really matters loves me more than I could ever know.
So the question becomes, why do we care so much about the opinions and hateful comments of others, when the God of the universe is absolutely infatuated with us? Is his opinion, his love, his companionship not enough? In a world overflowing with opinions, it’s hard to know what voice to listen to. Its seems wise to me to start with the one voice that truly has your best interest at heart.
The one voice that will never leave you or forsake you.
The one voice that is with you always, even to the end of the age.
So I’ll ask again, why would you care what anyone else thinks when the King of Kings has chosen you and called you the apple of his eye?
Let me say (or type) that again. I don’t need the approval of everyone, because I know that the one person who really matters loves me more than I could ever know.
So the question becomes, why do we care so much about the opinions and hateful comments of others, when the God of the universe is absolutely infatuated with us? Is his opinion, his love, his companionship not enough? In a world overflowing with opinions, it’s hard to know what voice to listen to. Its seems wise to me to start with the one voice that truly has your best interest at heart.
The one voice that will never leave you or forsake you.
The one voice that is with you always, even to the end of the age.
So I’ll ask again, why would you care what anyone else thinks when the King of Kings has chosen you and called you the apple of his eye?
