I wipe a tear from my eyes, sighing as a wad of mascara chunks onto my finger. It’s been a long Sunday. The sparkly, but very fake Rolex on my wrist reads noon. Only noon! And yet the demands of others consume and exhaust me.
My energy has also been zapped by small talk, the consistent drivel of the week and difficult conversations I’d had. I am ready to go home and dig my face into a bowl of Dairy Milk. But that wasn’t going to happen.
“Alex, Katie! Wait.” A friend comes flying out the doors of the church and towards our car. I cross my arms. What have I done wrong this time? Or perhaps he wants us to donate to something or help someone move… I’m too old for this.
I bite my lip, feeling awful for being selfish. C’mon, you’re a compassionate Christ follower for freaks sake.
“Sorry to bother you two! But I have a word for the two of you.” I smiled as brightly as possible. Don’t offend anyone. You want everyone to like you…
“Yeah, no worries.”
He clears his throat and twists his fingers. “Katie, you strive a lot.” I swallow. Yup. My worst fear has come true. I’m a stupidly glassy house.
“Just as a fine piece of art doesn’t need to work for its value, so it is with you.” I blink. Cold shock washes down my back in sheets. I fight against the tears threatening to leak down my face.
“Oh.” I croak.
Just as a fine piece of art doesn’t need to work for its value, so it is with you.
“This applies to academics, vocation and looks… your value isn’t it how you present yourself or how good you are at things. God wants you to live in freedom, knowing how valuable you innately are in His eyes.”
Already filled with pent up emotions, I can’t hold back the flush of salty water rushing down my cheeks. I embrace him then step back.
“Jon, thank you so much.” He nods and saunters back to the church. I’m left standing there, thinking.
It’s SO difficult to believe that our value doesn’t come from what we do. Especially in today’s societal expectation of success.
As is the norm, we may compare ourselves to the pop star in Hollywood or perfect mother down the street.
No matter what vocation we have chosen or role we have in this life, we all place HUGE demands on ourselves that are not given by God.
If you are feeling overwhelmed by your inability to be everything you think you should be, take a step back and realize: people’s opinions of you will fade to dust, one day your job will end. There will come a time when the woman you see in the mirror will be old and grey.
When your fleeting days account to naught you’ll be standing in front of is God Almighty, the One whose passion for you overshadows any doubts you may have about your value.
I release you into the freedom to enjoy who you are, no strings attached.
You are BELOVED.
You are PERFECT.
JUST as you are.
Your value stretches far beyond anything you’ll understand in this life. Don’t worry about what other people are doing. Lean into this truth and surrender lies to your Father. You’re beautiful. You are valuable. You are worth it.
With much love and peace,