This, is you.
Alarm blares at five. Takes you half an hour to salvage your efforts and look yourself in the eyes. Then your day begins, the deeper you fall into that abyss that ensnares you as you visualise the week ahead. School from about seven to two and hours of hard work there after too.
You do your best to achieve the goals expected of you, whether it be that family tradition that cultural ambition, the social norm or your own standard you will always be a fool.
Then you look at your figure - be it too fat, too thin or just not there. But every day you train for that little extra gain, but you are only rewarded with pain.
From your head to your toes you are only confronted with foes. Your hair is out of place, nose too big, cheecks too fat, lips too thin, shoulders too big; shoulders not broad enough – even your feet aren’t good enough to stand on unholy ground.
This, is you. You keep pushing and pulling but that door is jammed shut magnetically sealed and your mind just won’t shut up! You are worthless, you are a failure, you are just not good enough, you’re wasted space!
You don’t need people badmouthing you, you’re already admitting to it yourself. People can’t walk over you cause somehow you are even lower than the floor. It doesn’t matter if people reject you because you’ve rejected yourself!
This, is you...
BUT – Jesus accepted you...
The God of all the earth, accepted you, he moulded and made you. He moulded, and made it all...
He made the heavens and the earth and He hovered over the waters. He spoke and said let there be light and there was, not merely this but He parted the light from the darkness and so He created day, and night. He gazed upon it, and called it good.
He spoke further separating the water from the ground He looked upon it and once again he said it was good.
He spoke on and from his mere words came mountains, trees, fauna and flora. He looked upon it, and said it was good.
But then, came you.
He didn’t say let there be a human being. He took his time, He planned aloud before indulging Himself into creating you. He took his hands, and out of dust he formed, he moulded, he made ... you. And as a gentle whisper, a kiss if you will ... he breathed life into you. He made you unique. The creation took less than seven days and he spent months moulding you, every inch. He looked upon you and said that you are very good.
As if that had not been enough He went even further and says that you are now His body, His hands, His feet. Now go look at yourself, and don’t see you. Don’t look at the mistakes but look at your face and face God’s glorious grace.
Yes, you’ve once called that wasted space.
You will run, you will fall, you will make that foolish mistakes. But you aren’t a coward, you’re not doomed. You will become weak but then Jesus says He is strong, you will stumble but God will pick you up and your spirit will give in, but that’s when The Spirit steps in.
You see those scores, that marks, this music and even that body doesn’t define you. What other people say doesn’t make you. But ask Jesus, let the one who made you give you a definition of yourself. In fact, He already did.
He calls you, my child. He calls you my beloved.
He’s accepted you. Do you accept his invitation?
