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March 26, 2014

I happened to catch the tail end of the PBS show, Antiques Roadshow, the other day. As I watched one man tell another man that his collectible cans of Campbell's soup were worth tens of thousands of dollars, I sat on my couch stunned. It was amazing to watch an "expert" assign worth to an item and to watch a "collector" take his word for it. For just a split second I wished that I had collected soup cans so that I could taste their worth the way the man on tv had. Of course, I quickly came to my senses and remembered that I don't collect because that would require storing items that aren't useful, and, well, that has potential to push me over the edge.

 

Truly though, my worth has taken some hits over the last few years. Even recently I have found moments where I have wondered if or why my worth has lessened in the eyes of others... But the more I think about it, the more I remember the "expert" on the tv show who confidently attached a price to a very common item worth more than anyone else would have ever guessed.

 

You can probably guess where I'm going with this. As I felt a place of worthlessness just yesterday, I found myself scrambling for the Expert's evaluation and appraisal. I was drawn to Matthew 19:13-15, "Then the little children were brought to Jesus [the Expert] for Him to place His hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples [the non experts] rebuked those who brought them. Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.' When He had placed His hands on them, He went on from there."

 

I can totally picture it: the disciples not wanting Jesus to be bothered after a long day by squirrelly kids (or their parents ;)). And Jesus not only made the way, but He appointed the Kingdom to these kiddos, and as if that weren't enough, He physically touched each of them before moving on. He knew their worth and He assigned it.

 

Sigh. Now I feel better. My worth no longer feels challenged by the people around me that are trying to make sense of my imperfections. It's back in the hands of the Expert. The One Who knows me best (yikes!) and still thinks I am worthy of the Kingdom... It's a daily surrender, isn't it? A daily need for renewal of mind. A daily need for my Savior. He loves me just as I am, and that's enough.

 

--Christy Byrd

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