What Am I Worth?

     Isn't it true that we tend to find our worth in what we do, in our titles?  I worked as a youth director for a church for over 12 years and the work was something I loved and was good at because of a strong love and burden for teenagers.  I felt valuable being in charge of a youth ministry with the daily opportunity to hang out with, cry with, laugh with, teach and mentor teenagers.  When I would look into the eyes of a teenager and see them finally understand who God is and how much He loves them, my heart would soar and I would feel that God had a use for me.
      As life happened, my role as youth director ended and with it came some serious feelings of worthlessness.  All of a sudden I had a lack of purpose and you could say I was lost.  I began to realize that my value and my worth do not lie in what I do or what my title is.  I am valuable because God thought about me, God designed me and He made me in His image.  My worth lies in the simple fact that the God of this universe thought I was important enough to create! 

Psalm 139

You have searched me, Lord,
    and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
    you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
    you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
    you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
    and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
    too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
    and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
    the night will shine like the day,
    for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand—
    when I awake, I am still with you.

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  1. Erin I love your posts. You are such a wonderful writer. Keep it coming.

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  2. Thanks for reading Shannon...as long as I am a mess, you will hear from me...so for a looonnnngggg time!

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