Worth

In order to #liveinourworth, we have to know what our worth is made of.

What defines our worth?

Who defines our worth?

What raises its value and what lowers its value?

Who decides that?

Me.

My parents.

My children.

My co-workers or boss.

My bishop.

Nope.

God.

God decides.

And He already decided.

Thank Goodness!

Am I right?!

Thank Goodness!

When I coach on worth, it's origin, what makes it up and who gives it to us, I tell the story of Punchinello and Lucia, in Max Lucado's "You're Special."

However, I put MY name in place of Punchinello's name.

Throughout the story I tell from that book, I (Heidi) am Punchinello.

I am the one covered in dots.

I am the one yearning to find a way to just be loved in a place, and with people, and in a time when I feel SO unlovable.

I am the one tip-toeing up to the Carpenter's Shop, where Eli resides.

I am the one whose name He knows.

I am the one begging for Him to not judge me based on all of the dots stuck all over my body - by peers, my parents, even myself...

I am the one asking Him how in the world Lucia does it...

How does she not have ANY stickers on her? 

No stars.

No dots.

It's simple, really.

It's so simple.

She visits with Eli every single day.

She decided long ago that it was only His opinion of her that mattered.

He made her, afterall.

And, He doesn't make mistakes.