WHEN
you were born, a whole nine months of gestation after the miracle of
conception, you winning your first race, and you breathed for the first time,
new life bore the mark of God’s glory — in you; you, perfectly you, yet, a perfectly
broken you.
Your
younger years featured a time of innocence, and for so many people an innocence
betrayed; even well-meaning and competent parents cannot get it right all the
time, and it goes without saying that some grow up in despicable environments. And despite the tough situations you found
yourself in, and in spite of how harrowing the trauma was that you endured, God
remained there, by your side through it all, whether you imagined him there or
not.
As
you traversed your school years and then trained for or embarked on a career,
there were more damaging examples of where love failed you, but in your
persistence, God’s Presence worked hard.
You found that God’s grace truly was sufficient for the thorn in your
flesh that made your life hard.
At
some pivotal stage you found yourself being bullied in the workplace, or you
lost a crucial opportunity, or something else served to wake you out of your
spiritual slumber.
Suddenly,
even as it were, overnight, you wised up to the travesties in this world and
vowed never to trust again; at least you were tempted to. That was until you realised how broken the
world was, and how inevitable is the issue of loss. You realised the complexities of life were
implicitly a struggle.
Then
you discovered something remarkable that’s only available for the learning when
you’re on the spiritual precipice: the world is harsh, but God is gentle; the
world makes no sense, but in faith God makes sense, because some things make no
sense. You worked out that God counters
every confusion by faith — our cracks are how his light gets in through each
step of faith we make.
Then
you were converted to a special form of humility. Previously you had no need of God, even
though you might have said all the right things. Such a conversion to humility requires the
facing of awkward and harrowing truths.
Reality bit hard and you moved through the initiatory rites of truth
into an irreversible adult world some adults never enter.
For
the losses you endured you became not lesser a person, but more; more capable,
more confident, more assured, and more safe in your own skin.
And
then you hit on a truth — the fact that God cannot love you more and will not
love you less. Your worth, your value,
your esteem before God soared to the heights of truth. Only after you’d journeyed all the way
through hell did you realise how taxing the process is, and yet God’s Presence
assured you of the way that must be taken.
***
Never
question your worth. God went to the cross to secure us. Our worth is in Him.
According to the Father, Jesus’ worth is our worth.
God
values you and I more abundantly than we could ever comprehend.
© 2016 Steve Wickham.
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