“Oh yes, You shaped me first inside, then out; You formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—You’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, You watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before You, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.” Psalm 139:13-16 (MSG)
I don’t own anything that has great value to anyone other than me. I own nothing that is one-of-a-kind or a limited edition. I do understand why some things are special and why some things extra special. When I ponder that I am the only me there is, I feel a bit uneasy. That specialness has to have some purpose. When I stop to think about it—I mean stop and think—I realize how special I am.
You are, too.
You are the only YOU there is. Even identical twins are only identical genetically—each twin ends up being a unique individual.
I am special. You are special.
Why this corny thought today?
Twice this past weekend I was confronted with the fact that I think I’m special—or at least a little more special than some of the others around me. No one asked me if I was special. Had I been asked outright, I would have said, “No.” All the while, running the down a list of comparisons in my mind to confirm or deny if I was more or less special than the inquisitor was.
The Struggle for Self-Worth
It’s a difficult concept—something I think people in general and Christians in particular struggle with—self-worth. I am certainly not condoning some conceited mindset or attitude. During the barrage of challenges this weekend, I gained a new perspective.
I got married “late” in life—I was 29 the first time I was married. At 39, I was widowed and remarried. I drifted around in college—dropping out for short periods and changing majors. I spent all of my 20’s in and out of college.
I was waiting for “someday”. I was waiting for “something”. I was waiting for “someone”. I was unhappy with the person God knit together and knew before I was born. I was sure that someone, something or some situation would cause all the pieces to fall together and then I would be what God wanted me to be.
I wasted a lot of time and squandered many opportunities.
The Power of One
The power of one is phenomenal. One degree of temperature change makes liquid water into ice or boiling water into steam. Try leaving the market $1 short, taking all the items you picked out with you. Try to use your key and enter the house one door away from your home. Try to enter heaven without the saving of grace of The One.
One is powerful. One is important. One is special.
God made YOU special. You don’t need any “add-ons” to make you whole or fully equipped for His service. God made me special and ready for His purpose.
There are things about me I don’t like. I have bad attitudes and bad habits. I am uncoordinated and overweight. I like naps and snacks and watching movies. I’ve honed procrastination into an art form.
Worst of all, when I see someone like me, I judge that behavior.
Best of all, my life was; an open book, God watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before Him, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.
I am special.
You are, too.
Father, thank You for Your love. Thank You for not allowing me to be content in my complacency. Thank You for Your loving lessons and for faithful friends. Change my heart. Help me see myself through Your eyes. Help me see that I am special to You. Help me to see others as You do—special, too.