Finding My Way

In an era where celebrities are worshipped and notoriety is embraced, it’s easy to lose our way. All around me people are taking pictures of themselves, pictures of their meals, pictures of their vacations; their hurts, their anger, their fears. People are posting recycled and repackaged ideas of how to make an impact, how to make a name for themselves, how to find their path, how to feel like they matter.

If I’m not careful, I can find myself looking without seeing. Touching without feeling. Praying without focusing. Or worse, measuring my worth by the world’s faulty yardstick instead of God’s holy and accurate one. And when I do, I begin to feel lost and separated. A has-been, a failure.

Comparison rips at me. Depression beckons at my door, inviting me to retreat into its ghostly space. Anger provokes me, reminding me of every injustice, every pain I’ve ever suffered. If I’m not careful, I begin to choke on the weeds and worries of this life.

Things I must diligently remind myself:

I matter because I am a child of God. Period.

”You are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God.” (1 Peter 2:9)

I am wholly and dearly loved. No exceptions.

“God loves you and has chosen you as his own special people.” (Colossians 3:12)

I am forgiven and set free. Always.

“In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace.” (Ephesians 1:7)

My mind is steered by God because I am his. I will always view things differently because of this.

“The person with the Spirit makes judgments about all things, but such a person is not subject o merely human judgments, for, ‘Who has known the mind of the Lord so as to instruct him?’ But we have the mind of Christ.” (1 Corinthians 2:15-16)

This world is not my home.

“For this world is not our home; we are looking forward to our everlasting home in heaven.” (Hebrews 13:14)