Sunday, August 25, 2013

Valuable


“If no one else has told you, or you haven’t heard it lately: you matter to God.”
            -Jason Malone, Fall Bible Conference, Cedarville University

I’ve been back at school for less than a week…and God is already moving in my heart and in my life. This past year I realized that I have an identity issue. I learned that I put far to much value in what others think of me. Whether that is good, bad or just thinking about me at all. I want to be approved of and I want to be noticed. I’ve always loved being the center of attention, making people laugh, and until recently I thought that was okay. And in a way it is…but I am learning that like all things in life…it’s about moderation.
This fall bible conference has been revolutionary for me. It’s like God walked me through the fiery lesson and now he is debriefing with me. He is saying, “This is the point…let’s hope you finally let it sink into your stubborn selfish head.” God is doing a work in my heart that I pray will sink into my life. My prayer is that I am finally able to see where God wants my value to lie and that I am able to see that he is the one I need to please. All the other people in my life are there for a reason and I should not take that for granted, but I also shouldn’t pour my life into them with the purpose of finding my worth there.
We are worthy because we are loved, created, adopted and named. We care far too much about the opinions of others…when our focus should be on Christ; if we are in line with him and his plan for us then we are doing what we should be. But the revolutionary truth is, even if we are miles from where we should be…we are loved and desired just the same. Our God is a God who seeks…who removed the need for sacrifice by giving us his son, who chooses to forgive our sin and see us washed clean.

We matter, not because we are gifted, talented or beautiful, but because we belong to God. He has a plan for each created person…so follow him passionately, and even if that means walking straight into a disaster, he has a purpose for this process and he loves you more than you know.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Hold Fast

My cousin’s knuckles say “Hold Fast.”
I haven’t seen him in 15 years, and if we ran into each other on the street I would be surprised if we knew the other’s face. But my mom told me about his knuckles. When my grandma was dying and things seemed to be spiraling out of control, she would tell me “Hold Fast.”

Hold fast to Truth.
Hold fast to Love.
Hold fast to Hope.
Hold fast to Family.
And hold fast to your God.

I would remind myself of this daily. I still do. I think of my mom. I think of my grandma. I think of my family and how a tragedy brought us closer. I think of how we always get our answers in the moments when we are completely lost and confused. I think of those rugged hands and tattooed knuckles I’ve only seen in pictures.


And I hold fast.