I realize that when I created this blog, my intent was to discuss literature, and I have discussed a little, and I hope to discuss more. However, for lack of a better place to vent (my two closest friends live in Tulsa and I don’t so it’s harder to vent to them in the middle of the work day), I have decided to vent my frustrations here. After all, isn’t that what most people do in a blog?
Today’s frustration was born out of a situation at work that I don’t care to discuss, but it caused me to consider the significance of a single person. I’ve always chosen to believe, because of my rich upbringing in the church world, that my significance was found not in what the world teaches, but in what my Savior teaches. I still believe that to be true. However, I find that people can make you feel insignificant, no matter what you may know of the truth. I know the truth. I know that I am important in the eyes of God. I know that He values me as a shepherd values the one lost sheep. I know that He sees me as a priceless treasure. I know this! I’ve read the Bible. I’ve heard the teachings. I’ve even taught a few of them myself.
So, why is it that a single action from a person who professes to not even really like the God I serve can cause me to feel so terribly small and unimportant in a place that is overflowing with people who don’t understand what it is to “love your neighbor as you love yourself” and to “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”? Why do I let those small instances affect me so much? Why do I allow those things to penetrate my heart and soul? Why do I let the actions of man rule over the truth of my Savior? I suppose it is because I am human. I suppose it is because my flesh screams louder than the Spirit of truth, who would never scream, being the Gentleman He is. I suppose because my flesh is selfish and constantly warring against that part of me that is fighting to set my dependence entirely upon Christ. So, what does one do? How do we overcome these moments of insignificance and unimportance? Simple. We turn to the One who created us. We turn to the One who not only understands our despair, but chose to experience it Himself by taking human form. We turn to the One who chases after us until we are found by Him.
I visited a site by a friend that served as a sort of balm against the hurt of this day. It reminded me that there is no one that can fill me like God can. I hope you all take the time to read her thoughts. I have linked to her site
here. I hope you take the time to let this line of thinking permeate your inner being and cause you to be lifted up from the ruins of insignificance. And by doing so, perhaps you will remember the truth. You are important to God. You do matter in His kingdom. You are significant in His eyes. And to make certain that you understand, He had the foresight to put within you a void that only He can fill, so that you might learn to put all your hopes, all your trust, and all your faith in Him.