It’s in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone. Ephesians 1:11-12
I don't know about you, but my high school years were rough on me. I had lost a dear friend of mine when her family moved away due to a change in her family's business. We did everything together and when she left, I felt completely lost. I went to church with her, she brought me to her youth group, and when she left, I didn't feel strong in enough in my faith to continue. Where did I turn? I went through some months of depression and then turned where I felt I was accepted. I went to a party with a new friend I started hanging out with, and woah, suddenly I was accepted by more and more people. The popular kids were asking me to sit at their table, my confidence soared. But where did that leave me? In a mess of false confidence and I still felt alone. I was in a whirlwind of disappointment because deep down in my gut, I knew it was wrong.

I decided to take a hold of my life and get into shape. Which I was successful at, and let me tell you, my confidence, once again, it soared. I got so many compliments, and it generally made me happy. For a time....
I began to become obsessed with how I looked, and if I didn't get my workout in, I felt guilty...really guilty. It was my priority, everything else was second. And after all the hype of my weight loss, where did it leave me? No confidence and somewhat of an eating disorder because I had the lost the missing piece.
Knowing you have Him to lean on,
Knowing He will give you the desires of your heart
Knowing that even during the toughest of times, He has your back
Knowing that He knows every tear that drops from your eye
Knowing that the creator of the universe,
The One that placed every star in the sky....He lives in you!

Now That is REAL confidence! Yada, Yada. Yada :)
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