As the classic worship song goes, “I am who You say I am.”

That’s the only opinion that matters. Not the world’s, not my family’s (although they pretty much like me pretty much all the time), not my friend’s, not even mine. Only God.

The One who knows the most about me and who has the most right to criticize or condemn me is the One who calls me beloved and chosen and forgiven.

The more I remember that, the better off I am.