Monday, August 3, 2015

And....You Don't Matter!

I had a bit of a pity party the other night, without any cake.  What kind of loser party doesn't have cake.  I was feeling sorry for myself.  I was letting people's words get to me.  People who said I wasn't any good at something I thought I was good at.  People who told me that I wasn't worthy.  People who said things to hurt me.  I was reliving the hurt of the moment when it was said.  I felt the sting all over again.

Then a few days later, Micah and I were getting out of the car in front of the house here.  I saw the neighborhood crazy guy coming on his bike.  So we just waited for him to pass.  And as he passed he said loudly, "And.... you don't matter!"  Micah cracked up.  I also thought it was pretty funny.

The crazy guy's words didn't hurt me, but they did make me think.  Why do I let people hurt me with their words?  Why do I put merit on some people's words but not on others?  Why do some words stick with me for a long time?

The only person who really knows my value is God.  And I was reminded to think of myself rightly when I read this verse:

"Be honest in your estimate of yourselves, measuring your value by how much faith God has given you."  Rom. 12:3

I am so thankful for the Holy Spirit who speaks to us.  God's word is alive and active.  Only God's words have to power to heal deeply.