Recently a friend of mine wrote a Facebook post about where she finds her value, and it hit me pretty hard. I was having a bad day when I read it, and I was pretty down. It’s easy for me to get in that spiral of self-doubt and let inside chatter take over. Where do I find my value? Do I believe that I am who God says I am?
This is a hard question. If I don’t believe it fully, I’m doing something wrong, right? Where does that leave us when we get inside our heads and let the enemy creep in? I’ve started a new medicine that makes me gain weight, and somehow that has really bothered me. It seems like such a silly thing to be bothered by, but it’s where I am. My weight is, for lack of a better term, weighing on me.
But I’m told that I’m fearfully and wonderfully made. God didn’t mess up when he made me. As a person who lives with mental health issues, I have to remind myself of this often. I’m not broken; I just have a different set of challenges.
The first verse lots of people learn as children tells us that God SO LOVED the world that He gave His son. I’ve been in church since I was a baby so there’s no way to count how many times I’ve heard that verse. God SO LOVED me! That changes everything.
1 John 3:1 says, “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him.” Children of God! How amazing is that? But do we live like we believe that?
We’re told in Zephaniah 3:17, “The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you but will rejoice over you with singing.” There’s just something about that one that I love. The imagery of being rejoiced over with singing is so beautiful.
“I have called you by name; you are mine,” says Isaiah 43:1b. Ephesians 5:8 says, “You are no longer darkness, but light in my Son. Walk as children of light.”
We’re called so many things. Light of the world. A witness and a worker. A citizen of heaven. Ambassador for my Son. Chosen. Saint. Victorious.
So why do we forget all these things? I don’t have an answer for why. But I do have the answer to combat the problem. Put these words somewhere. In your heart. On your bathroom mirror. In your journal. In your car. Somewhere, so that when the enemy creeps in, you’ve got a thing or two to say to him. For me, it’s often music. I like to get a song in my head to fight back. My favorite is Voice of Truth by Casting Crowns:
But the waves are calling out my name
And they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed
The waves keep on telling me
Time and time again, “Boy you’ll never win,
“You’ll never win!”
But the voice of truth tells me a different story
The voice of truth says, “Do not be afraid.”
The voice of truth says, “This is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth
Sometimes I just need that song. Or a verse. Or something to get me through the fight. I’m talking to myself here when I say that the next time I look in the mirror and don’t like what I see or find something about myself that I don’t like, I’m going to say “Oh yeah? Well I am fearfully and wonderfully made. So take that!” I hope you will too.