A few months ago I put one of my cookie recipes on Tasty Kitchen because I received pretty positive feedback from the people I’d fed it to.
Unfortunately, friends : Karen :: “friends” : American Idol contestants who cannot sing.
(If analogies weren’t your strong suit, let me put it this way: they didn’t want to hurt my feelings even though the cookies were not good.)
They didn’t look too bad to me, or taste too bad to me, but 2 mitts out of 5!
It made me sad. I allowed it to rule me.
I went through a mini-grieving process after seeing the 2-mitt rating:
- Denial: “This can’t be right.”
- Anger: “Who the heck does she think she is, leaving me 2 mitts?!”
- Bargaining: “If she’d baked it right, maybe she wouldn’t have hated it.”
- Depression: “I am a horrible baker and I should never put recipes up again.”
- Acceptance: “My recipe could use improvement. These cookies are pretty dry.”
Then I went through a deeper grieving process for the underlying issue: my sin.
My approval idol caused an identity crisis. I placed my worth in something outside of Christ, so I reacted sinfully when I saw the rating.
I lost sight of the One whose “mitts” actually matters.