A couple days ago I ran into Target before work to pick up cleaning supplies. We don’t have support staff so that leaves some mundane tasks up to the rest of us. Luckily, the partners also take on tasks like checking the mail and buying stamps so it makes it easy to run errands as well.
As I was walking to the dish soap I walked past one of the price scanners. And it occurred to me, “If I stuck my arm under there, I wonder what it would say I’m worth.” The thought surprised me.
Do you ever wonder that? Do you wonder about your value in the world? I didn’t think I did, but I guess I do. Maybe it’s human nature, or maybe it’s insecurity, I’m not sure.
What I am sure about is that most of the time I’m really confident about my place in God’s kingdom. Most of the time I trust that I am one of God’s beloved and the world’s view has no hold over me. But not this week, apparently. This week I wanted to feel valuable. I wanted to know how much.
I don’t know, sisters. I don’t know what it is about the world around us that makes us want to compare, want to be important, want to be known. But I feel it. I feel that ache in my soul and that want in my bones. It was eye opening, that invasive, sudden thought in my head. Eye opening to see that maybe I can’t do this all on my own. Maybe I can’t conquer sin and put aside pride and be independently OK. No one is ever going to tell me I’m 100% fixed, because it’s impossible. Instead, God tells me his strength is made perfect in my weakness, and I am his dearly beloved, just the way I am.
I am worthy, right now, to clothe myself in his grace.
And no price scanner is ever going to tell us that.
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