It’s in the hard place.
The space where you wrestle with value. It’s right there you think on worth.
It’s somewhere inside you that hears the preacher and the girlfriend.
The preacher shouts your destruction and the girlfriend whispers to you that you are a precious child of God.
It’s okay to doubt, even the best teachers and leaders admit to it.
She types it in her notes – the prayer her pastor spoke which said:
we are trying to work it out.
She feels a reassurance.
She feels less alone.
She looks into her comforting mug of tea and thinks how she could be worthy.
She considers again her worthlessness, transfixed on it.
Worthy am I ?
She reads the author Rachel Held Evans blog .
Reads John Pipers list of verses .
Maybe it’s more than that.
Knowing the stuff requires a deep affirmation deep down .
When the boat rocks and the storms wild. She needs to know it’s okay.
It’s her ultimate shame and worth that took Jesus to Golgotha.
It’s her hope solid and sure.
She needs to know His care of her:
“She who lives under the protection of the Most High dwells in the shadow of the Almighty.”
Psalms 91:1 HCSB
She needs its truth.
So she can rise in the continuum of life’s changes .