I think one of the enemy’s greatest tools used to defeat us is the lie of where our value lies–that our value is in what other people think of us. So, we try to be “good enough” to be of worth. We compare ourselves to one another’s “perfect” Facebook and Instagram pictures and posts: the best wife, mother, daughter, cook, housekeeper. We track our value by the “likes” and positive feedback we get on our own social media, fighting to earn the respect and admiration of our peers. If we are honest, sometimes priding ourselves on how well we are doing, but, more often than not, feeling that we are failing at maintaining the standard and feeling like a fraud.
Maybe that’s just me.
My childhood and most of my adult life, I spent buying into this lie–the lie that what other people thought or perceived of me determined my value and worth. I remember the day that the lie was exposed and Jesus set me straight. I was involved in a pretty intense faith-based therapy group. Working through issues of my broken childhood (a story for another day) and trying to get in a healthy place, both mentally and emotionally, for myself and my young family. I was the ultimate people-pleaser and a co-dependent poster child. As I began the process of peeling away the lies that I had believed most of my life and placing healthy boundaries, I found myself in a very lonely place. This place is where I was no longer hearing the accolades that I worked so hard to earn from the people around me and a place where I felt rejected by some of the people I loved the most. It was in this place that one of the most significant God-Moments in my life took place.
April 8, 2012 – I was journaling that day, pouring out my hurt and frustration to Him. As I journaled, I asked Him what he wanted to show (or teach) me about the rejection I was feeling. This was His answer to me
“Heather, I am allowing these things to happen to teach you, your value is not in what other people say or think about you. Also, remember, they are not perfect either. They have their own wounds that you know nothing about…. No one is worthy enough to determine your value but ME! And I find you precious…”
I looked up the meaning of the word precious that day and journaled the definition.
valuable, beloved, affectedly refined, of great value or high price, highly esteemed or cherished.
That day marked a change in my thinking. I finally began to grasp the Truth: If the God of the Universe cherishes us, loves us, refines us… VALUES us, what more do I need? The enemy still slips in with his whispered lies, but I can confidently shut him up with the Truth. I am precious in HIS sight.
Psalms 139:13-14 (NIV) “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”