But in my heart, a false perception was cutting deeper and deeper into my soul with every beat of the Rick Springfield song.
The false perception was rooted in this one flawed thought: You, Lysa, are not acceptable the way you are.
” Eventually the frizzy-haired, buck-toothed girl grew into a young woman.
But on top of my adolescent issues, I also was haunted by hurts from my childhood.
But my mother had neither the money nor the vision for my plan.
Sometimes, the cause of the high or low is obvious.
You and your significant other are thrilled because you just bought your own home.
Your significant other just lost their job, so you are both struggling with questions about the future in addition to disappointment.
So, trying to become more acceptable, more worthy, more loveable became my pattern, and worrying about what others thought of me a consuming, often condemning way of doing life.
Their opinions were my measuring stick by which to answer the question, “Who am I?
As long as I kept up my end of the deal, God would bless me.