...is one of the greatest fears that we humans deal with. Ask any 40 year old man who drives a sports car. Or any woman mad at being left out of the supper club. Or any teenager who thinks of themselves as utterly forgettable. We place our value in things, acceptance and adoration and not in what ultimately counts. It's not that we are truly insignificant, but it's that we often feel small or, worse, overlooked completely. Isn't it wonderful that we have a Father in heaven who says that we are anything but forgettable. He knows the very number of hairs on your head. For those who may be follicularly challenged and less than impressed, he goes a step farther stating that the number of thoughts he has for you numbers the sands of the ocean. You are, after all, his ultimate masterpiece.
What? You don't feel like a masterpiece? True, like anyone, you are not perfect and live in a broken world. But insignificant? No, you are a creation worthy of the constant thoughts of a Creator. Amazing.
In fact, I'm thinking about calling each one of you, dear friends, and letting you know that you are on my mind. But, alas, I have misplaced your numbers. And most of your names.
3 comments:
One of your best posts ever. Thanks for posting those thoughts, Scott.
Ha. Good one, Rick. Interestingly for those who care, the photo in this entry is of my father (circa 1964), in front of Mom and Dad's first home.
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