The Old Tool

he Old Tool

The old tool came in handy as a child.
It was readily available,
And easy to use:
Be Good.

Filled with aloneness & emotional neglect, 
The Old Tool was used 
To gain acceptance and security,
To get noticed and be brought in close.
It worked well to meet my simple needs. 

Time passed.
The acceptance of others was harder to win.
My needs were more complex,
The Old Tool was redesigned:
Be Perfect.

The Old Tool was used 
To Avoid hurt and rejection from others. 
It was used to prevent judgement or misunderstanding. 
It stifled joy, creativity, & spontaneity 

Now I'm a woman
And the Old Tool remains.
I'm familiar with its design and function
And feel comfortable with it in hand.

But I've seen it ineffective.
I cannot be perfect;
Others still hurt and reject,
Acceptance and security fade.

I've cast the Tool aside. 
Jesus Christ is my source of 
Acceptance,
Security,
Sense of belonging,
And worth.
I need the Old Tool no longer.