I've been sick all week, but didn't want to leave you without something to consider this week, so I am bringing back from October 2010 this little piece on self-value. Enjoy!
This young girl's heart is filled with pain and despair, feeling completely and utterly rejected by a whole world of people. She sees herself as useless, stupid, undeserving and unwanted. She has been deeply hurt by those who love and are supposed to protect her as well as those who openly hate and despise her. All she wants is for one person to love her – to think she is worth the space she takes up on this earth. This girl doesn’t know that God is there lamenting with her. “If only she would see me, hear me,” God is crying. “She would know my love and I would heal her brokenness and her pain. This girl’s insecurities are the root of her fear, her actions, her thoughts and sadness and it is her insecurities that lead her into many unhealthy relationships and deeper into depression over the next twenty years. This girl is me as a teenager.A few years ago, I made an incredible discovery – Everyone has insecurities! I used to look at the people around me and think, “I’m the only one who is insignificant in the group. Everyone else adds something of value, but me, I have nothing worth offering.” Everyone else seemed so confident and competent when compared with the distorted image I had of myself. But now I know that everyone else is just as insecure and unsure as I am sometimes. Insecurity is a human trait and we can’t escape it surfacing in us from time to time.
So what if I don't think I have much to offer. That's no reason not to offer it all to God anyway and then to watch what he can and will do with it. It's not what I offer that enables God to do miracles - it's God's power and love that enables my small offering to become a miraculous gift to those I serve in his Name.
1 comment:
I hope you feel better soon, like, now would be great.
It's good to read this again. I have spent the past week feeling that I will never live up to my Dad's example. Silly me, I'm not my Dad.
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