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I use to be that...

Since my company recently got aquired, things have already started to change.

My current boss told me that each Monday I have to email my daily banking to three corporate employees.

Naturally, I googled them to see who exactly I will be communicating with.
One is the CFO, one the project finance director and the last one the director of finance.  

There was a sad moment when I really honestly thought to myself.  "I use to be a director of finance and now I'm just a plan accountant." 

I hate those "just a" moments.  It's that brief moment when we believe the lies of the world.  Lies that tell us we're nobody or meaningless. 

If I'm honest with myself.. I struggle with those more than anything.  Being something or somebody. 

My husband tells me I struggle with this, because of my childhood and being constantly told I wasn't smart enough or good enough by by family.  Somehow in my subconscious mind I honestly don't feel important and I have to prove something to the world.

It's amazing what Satan uses as a foothold.  Sometimes we just have to remind ourselves that ..

we use to be lost
we use to be broken
and we use to be dead..

but in Christ we are none of those things and we are something better now.
I just need to sometimes remind myself..

Sure, I used to be that... But now I'm so more than that.

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