The most logical answer is Satan. But what if it isn't Satan? What if it's ourselves?
I know what you're thinking...Emily, really? Ourselves? It's a crazy idea but one that I started thinking about in the shower and can't get out of my head. Hear me out.
I've been in one of my "Oh, poor Emily" moods lately. Why am I not pretty enough? Why don't I have a boyfriend? Why am I not thinner? Why can't I seem to catch a break? My friends don't like me. I don't have real friends. The list goes on and on...
God created us to be in the image of Christ. God made us to look the way we are.
But
Inside my head, I think God got it wrong. Would I be happier if I had a boyfriend to hold my hand and love me? Would that make me thank God more for what He's done for me?
All this is going through my head, making my eyes water. I know the typical response from several people I would talk to about this. That's Satan attacking you, Emily. Don't listen to it. You're beautiful. Everyone loves you.
Yeah, right. I have a different argument.
Christ lives in me. There's no room for Satan. None. Every fiber of my being is Christ. So, if Christ isn't telling me all this, it must be myself because it's coming from within.
I really wish I knew why I was so anti-Emily right now.
