Be still and know that I am God.
It was as if God whispered, “You are not those things your friend said. I know who are. You are a child of mine, the one true King. You are loved. You are cherished.”
Did my friend’s words come from a place of hurt? They did. But I am not the ugly words that were spoken that day.
If I called you a chair, it probably wouldn’t hurt you a bit. Why? Because you know you’re not a chair. When I give people the power to define my worth by their words, my emotions are left to the whim of those around me. You say I’m a chair? Well, good, bad or indifferent, I must be a chair.
But, when I find my value in who God says I am, the words of broken people don’t ring true. I can step back from the situation and see they are coming from a place of their own pain. My emotions stay on solid ground.
I wish I could say I no longer get hurt by people’s words. I’m a work in progress. But I am finding the more I park my mind on the truth of who God says I am, my heart has developed a bubble around it. Fiery arrows fall to the ground, unable to penetrate it.
I have a sheet someone gave me in Sunday School so long ago, it was typed on a typewriter. I’ve kept it because it’s a reminder of the truth of who I am. I’d love to share it with you. Please click on the “Who Am I” link below. If you know who wrote it, please let me know. I’d love to give them credit.