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I’ve spent most of my life being a doormat.

I was terrified that someone wouldn’t like me, and I spent my time and energy trying to make sure I never rocked the boat or took too much of a stand.

And honestly, that was an exhausting and miserable way to live.

Because I couldn’t maintain that while also being who God created me to be.

I don’t really know when that changed. I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to change that.

I think it was more that slowly, God worked on my heart and one day I realized how much I had changed.

But it doesn’t matter who you are, how amazing you are, or how much you try to hide in the shadows . . . 

There will always, always, always be someone who doesn’t like you.

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There will always be someone rooting for your failure.

There will always be someone waiting for you to screw up.

There will always be someone who talks about you behind your back.

And I decided I would rather be who I was created to be, boldly pursue where God was calling me, and to say the things on my heart, not living my life for the opinions of others.

If not everyone is going to love us anyway, wouldn’t we rather live our lives being who we were created to be?

I’m here to tell you, there is a whole lot of freedom when we learn to let go of the opinions of others and decide to stop apologizing for who God made us to be. 

Originally published on Faith, Farming and Family

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Caitlin Henderson

Caitlin Henderson is a small town girl from Kansas who fell in love with a farmer. They have three kids who keep her on her toes and always clinging to coffee. She is passionate about showing people Jesus, and telling the story of agriculture. She loves writing about their life full of grace, craziness, love, dirt, and cows.

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