subject: A Heartfelt Letter: Bloom Baby, Bloom [print this page] I've never really cared much about what others thought of me. I go to the grocery or gas station in my pink house shoes and never give it a second thought. If my hair isn't perfect or my clothes don't perfectly match who cares, because it doesn't matter what anyone but God thinks about me. ANDit does matter what we think aboutourselves. As Joyce Meyer says in her "Wrong Thinking" sermon, if we keep telling ourselves something, we will believe it. What are you telling yourselves??
