The ApprovalMonster would have you to believe you are not worth something at the present,but imagine if I were handing you a $100 bill. Would you take it? I’m sure youwould.
But first, let me illustrate an invaluable principle. I am going tocrumple the bill up. Do you still want it? I’m sure you do! Well, next Itake that $100 and drop it on the ground and begin to grind it into the floorwith my shoe. Now with it all crumpled and dirty, I hold it out to you. Do youstill want it? I’m suspecting that you do! No matter what Idid to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. Itwas still worth $100.
Here’s thebeautiful reality. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, andground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that comeour way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened orwhat will happen, we will never lose our value, especially in the eyes of theDivine. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, we are still priceless to Him. In the ancient text etched by the apostle Paul, theseinspiring words were written, “YOU are God’s masterpiece.” Our desire for approval can truly bemet by receiving God’s acceptance and approval of us.
Nospare parts I believe yourlife is a gift. You are on purpose. You have divine significance. You matter inlife.
Years ago, whenmy first son, George, was born, we purchased a dresser from IKEA for hisclothes. When we got it home and opened up the box – we spread the variousparts all over the floor. There were screws, bolts, nails, plugs, wood, andmore! I quickly realized that I was in way over my head.
Reading through thedirections and reviewing the diagrams, I noticed at the top were the threeworst words ever written in the existence of man: SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED. Those three wordsstrike fear into dads all around the world – even to this day. As I finishedputting the cabinet together, I found that I had several pieces left (three screws,four nails, three washers, and an acrylic piece that said “important” onit).
I had a bunch of spare parts leftover! Here’s thedeal. There was avoice in my soul, in that moment, whispering oh so gently, as I stared at themany spare parts. (May you not forget this truth.) The still small voice said,”YOU are not a spare part. The people you come in contact with every day arenot spare parts.
You have a purpose. You have a destiny.” May you neverforget that you are on purpose.
You have significance. You matter. You are nota spare part.