Validation

"She's a hard 10."

At least that's what the actors in She's Out of my League said about the (very) beautiful Molly (as played by Alice Eve).

Incredibly enough this ridiculous (and obscene) film gave me a lot to think about. Too much, in fact. On the way back from the movies my fiance and I talked a lot about the film. Well, at least I talked a lot about it. It wasn't, as I said, good. It wasn't any good at all, actually. But it did make me think.
The entire film revolved around one aspect - acceptance. That's what it seemed like to me anyway. Another way of saying "acceptance" is to say "validation." That word seems to carry a heavier psychological connotation and since that's my fiance's major that was the word we used. Plus it does seem to be a little stronger for vocabulary usage as well.

Validation. This movie was about the search for validation. This is a universal search and it is a unisex search. The incredibly beautiful girl wants it, and the utterly plain dork wants it just as bad. Everybody wants it, and not just in this movie either.

Some people discover their validation in good clothes, the kind that puts your credit card in deeper debt just because it has a popular little logo on it. For some people their validation is in their education or their career or their success at whatever they do. Some people even find their validation in their religion. No matter which of these scenarios a person pursues for validation they are all wrong. They are all unsatisfying.

If someone seeks for their validation in a source outside of God they will always end disappointed.

Talking with my fiance I confessed that I found a lot of my validation as a man in her. Naturally to find some sense of validation in her is not wrong, but to have her have the final say in the matter is wrong. She makes me feel like I'm attractive. She makes me feel like I'm strong. But whenever she is disappointed in me I feel bummed. That's a good thing, it teaches me I shouldn't disappoint her. It's not healthy for the relationship. But, again, she shouldn't be the one to have a final say in how I feel, or, how I am validated.

Does God make me feel attractive? Does He make me feel strong? Do I feel disappointed in myself when I disappoint Him? Am I validated through Him? I should be, He thinks I'm a "hard 10." Actually, He thinks I'm to die for.