Bethany G. Davis

Worthy?

That was the theme of Real Life’s women’s night on Friday. (Pachel and I made an appearance — though it was regrettably short due to wisdom teeth extraction that morning — and it has been my only outing since the oral surgery.)

I figured “Worthy?” would make a fitting title because lying on a couch for the past four days has forced me to acknowledge the extent to which I find my worth in what I do, what I produce, what I accomplish.

Let’s face it.

Painkillers + Naps + 30 Rock ≠ Productivity.

Sigh.

I set standards and expectations for myself. And that’s the worst part — I set them. They’re self-imposed.

God’s requirements involve character and intimacy with Him.

He has told you, O man, what is good;
     and what does the LORD require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
     and to walk humbly with your God?

(Micah 6:8, ESV)

I’m sick of putting so much pressure on myself.

I am more than what I do.