The word “Superstar” was stamped across her bum,
the “A” a multi-coloured, glittery star.
The little dictator yelled her list of demands to the other girls in her class,
her face firetruck red with fury.
She couldn’t have been older than eight.
I soon noticed she wasn’t the only one mislabeled.
A boy with “Awesome” stamped across his chest pushed another boy off the swing.
A girl with an angel hat had thrown herself on the ground in a full tantrum.
It got me thinking about Labels.
Not the ones that others give to us:
Jock, Stupid, Braniac…
But the ones we give ourselves:
Mother, Wife, Teacher, Employee.
Oh yes, they are all very functional labels.
And as humans we love to put things into boxes.
It makes us feel safe.
But how often do we use labels,
to keep ourselves safe?
I can’t do that I’m a “Busy Mother.”
I’m “Not A Public Speaker.”
Me? I am “Not A Leader.”
Labeling is not a bad thing in and of itself.
But when it keeps us from moving outside of our box,
keeps us from trusting that God knows best.
Then it is a problem.
So be careful that your self-labels aren’t keeping you from being obedient to God.
After all, when it comes to labels God knows best.
Do you have a label that keeps you from fulfilling the grand plan God has for your life? Share it in the comment box. I love to hear from you!
For the longest time, I’d say, “I’m shy.” But God kept nudging me out of my comfort zone. Fumble. Flounder. Flop. And … I somehow found my footing again. I’m still amazed at how comfortable I’ve become, both with myself and with other people. What if I’d insisted on clinging to that label?
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