Someone or something is forever telling us we need to be more handsome or more wealthy, more applauded or more admired than we see ourselves as being. We are told we haven’t collected enough possessions or gone to enough fun places. We are bombarded with the message that on the world’s scale of things we have been weighed in the balance and found wanting.
No one of us is less treasured or cherished of God than another. He loves each of us—insecurities, anxieties, self-image, and all. –Jeffrey R. Holland, The Other Prodigal Son, April 2002