I think my husband will appreciate this.
Growing up from the tender age of 5, because that is really as far back as I remember, my dad always told me one thing.
"You are the best girl."
It didn't matter what I did. If I impressed him with kind behavior I was the best. If I disappointed him with disobedience or back talk, after punishment, he still took that learning moment to remind me that I was the best.
I can honestly say that into the middle school and high school years, I never felt like that was true. I mean I could dabble in the idea that maybe I was good at some things and maybe I was a genuinely nice person, but not the best.
I think about this now because in marriage I am able to see so many things about myself that miss the mark.
It has taken me a while to clearly see those things that are not the best about myself. Like not being a good listener. Forgetfulness. Jumping to conclusions. Overanalzing. Gossiping. Etc. In all of these negative qualities, I become defensive that I am not these things. Defensive because maybe somewhere deep down inside, I really do think that I am the best.
I clearly am not and the more I learn about Jesus the more I know without a doubt that I am no where near the best.
My heart is forever grateful and endeared to my dad who saw it his job, his duty to instill in me confidence. And sweetly, I think he once did believe that I was the best. Maybe though just the best thing to him.