I can be prone to self-loathing. Sometimes this takes the form of thinking about things I’ve done or recounting words I’ve said and detesting myself for them. Sometimes it takes the form of thinking about who I am and hating who God has made me to be, or thinking about the way God has gifted me and despising those gifts in favor of others. In different ways and at different times, I can think the lowest thoughts of myself and harbor a repugnance toward myself that I feel toward no one else.
I know I am not alone in this, for I have encountered many others who share similar struggles, who lie awake at night with thoughts of loathing flitting through their minds or who walk away from a conversation cursing themselves for being so ignorant, so uncouth, so worthy of their own hatred. As is so often the case, the self can be a dreadful enemy.
There is a maxim I have begun to consider in such times of self-loathing: I must not think lower thoughts of myself than God thinks of me. In fact, I have no right to. God is the one who sees me better than
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