your life from the pit, Who crowns you with lovingkindness and compassion"
I was new at the
church. I knew how important it was to connect with other Christians. Imagine
my delight when a woman who had been greeting me warmly week after week invited
me to her home. She was refreshingly transparent about her past struggles and what
God had done to bring healing to her wounded heart. I reciprocated by sharing
some recent struggles that brought about unprecedented spiritualgrowth.
My heart exclaimed,
" I have found a friend!"
Like the gradual
exchange of wee-hour darkness formorning light, I noticed a nagging change in this new friendship. The
questions about where I livedand my
husband's job title seemed harmless at first. She was just gathering facts any
person would ask ingetting to know me,
right?But then came the coolness, the
slights, and the condescending evaluations ofmy clothing. There was even a thinly veiled remark about my body weight
in front of a group of women.Back
then,I had a predisposition that was
too eager to give people the benefit of a doubt. "She didn't mean it the
way she said it...don't be so touchy," I told myself.But in short time, the phone calls stopped,
and I wondered what I had done to deserve the dumping.
Months later, I again encountered what I
thought to be a new friendship. Warm smiles were a welcome sight in a room full
of strangers. Time passed. One day, in an attempt to make conversation, I
mentioned that we hada mutual friend.
Then it happened. I had been trainednever to show shock at what comes out of a person's mouth, but this time
my eyes would not cooperate. They blinked then bucked,stunned at what she said.She was embarrassed that anyone know she even
knew me. I tucked the hurt away and put on a brave face.
I tried to shake off
those two encounters, but depression set in anyway.I was surprised how emotionally devastating
this felt. Iinterviewed myself,"
Why does this hurt so much?" Ah, it was because the misery had a familiar
flavor.In slide-show fashion, the
memories of pastrejection based on
superficial thingsglided across the
screen of my mind.
I didn't want to feel this way anymore. I was
shocked to realize the depth of my sorrow was not what the snobsbelieved about me.No, the tragedy was that I agreed with their
assessment of my worth.How sick! I knew
it was wrong, but howto change? I
needed to settle this issue once and for all.I embarked on a biblical journey in search of my identity.What I found changed my life. Here is a
snippet of what I found.In a voice so
tender it could only be His Spirit, God whispered to my heart,
You are complete in Me (Colossians 2:10).
You are an heir of
God and a joint- heir with Jesus Christ (Romans 8:17).
I rejoice over you
with singing (Zephaniah 3:17).
I have called you by
name, you are Mine(Isaiah 43:1).
You were not bought
with silver or gold,you were paid for
with royal blood (1Peter 1:18-19).
You are Mymasterpiece, created to accomplish something
important on God's to-do list (Ephesians 2:10).
I realized I had
been picked by the Prince of Peace, but was walking around like a ragged
Cinderella! No more! Those truths were Neosporin to my cut- up soul!
But it was not easy to keep those truths in
mind. When I asked the Lord to give me a way to remember, He gave me this: a
crown. Since I am the daughter of The King, I could imagine a crown on my head.
Nobody else could see it, but God said it was there.I started to walk around aware of it on my
head. I started to smile brighterwhen I
met people, joy began to shine in my eyes, and I walked with my head held
high-- not in arrogance, but in gratitude for the validation God gave me. I was
worth something to Someone, and it had nothing to do with what I wore, where I
lived, or what I had. I had exchanged the opinions of two snobs for a crown.
I will wear it the rest of my life.
Talk About It: How about you? Are
you wearing your crown?