Your Value

 

What do you value?

What is your treasure?

In the hallway of the school my second grade granddaughter attends, there is a sign. 

I pass it on Thursdays as I go to help in her classroom.

It says this;

“The most valuable things in the world aren’t things”.

What a truth, simply stated.

Our relationships with God and people should carry more value than anything else we could ever have or do.

I have a friend who raised her children to consider what she calls “The preciousness of others”.

I had never heard that phrase before, nor had I ever considered any remotely like that.

“The preciousness of others”.  Selah.  Stop and think of that.

Isn’t that the very thing that the world we live in does not do? 

Isn’t that the very thing that each of us has a longing for?

To be of value to someone.

To be a treasure to someone.

To be precious.

I never sensed that growing up.

I know that I am not alone in that.

Quite the opposite actually.

It’s not a very exclusive club.

The club of the undervalued, the un-treasured, the un-precious.

Look around.  We see it everywhere.

The importance of our personal comfort outweighs the importance of helping others along who just need a hand or a kind word. 

It’s true. Helping others can be way uncomfortable.

The importance of having the latest gadget outweighs the importance of living with less and loving our families more.  

They don’t want more gadgets.  They want us.  They want to know that they matter.

The importance convenience outweighs the value of giving and nurturing new life. 

This has left our hearts so confused that there is almost no hope left in them.

But someone gave up His comfort, so that we could be valued.

That same Someone loves us with His whole heart. 

In fact, He treasures us above all creation.

We were created to be precious in His sight.

All the things that our hearts so long for, those are the reasons He came.

He came to speak truth to us in the midst of our confusion.

The lie we have believed in;

The lie of comfort.

The lie of dying with the best toys.

The lie that we don’t matter.

He came to refute those lies with the truth.

 

Jesus loves me! This I know, For the Bible tells me so.

 Little ones to Him belong;  They are weak, but He is strong.

 Chorus:

 Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me!

 Yes, Jesus loves me! The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me! This I know, As He loved so long ago,

 Taking children on His knee,  Saying, “Let them come to Me.”

 Chorus

 Jesus loves me when I’m good,  When I do the things I should,

 Jesus loves me when I’m bad,  Though it makes Him very sad.

 Chorus

 Jesus loves me still today, Walking with me on my way,

 Wanting as a friend to give Light and love to all who live.

 Chorus

 Jesus loves me! He who died Heaven’s gate to open wide;

 He will wash away my sin, Let His little child come in.

 Chorus

 Jesus loves me! Loves me still Tho’ I’m very weak and ill;

 That I might from sin be free Bled and died upon the tree.

 Chorus

 Jesus loves me! He will stay Close beside me all the way;

 Thou hast bled and died for me, I will henceforth live for Thee.

 Chorus

 

Little ones.  Weak ones. Sick ones.  We ones. 

Walking by our side.

When we’re good.  When we’re bad. 

He came for that.  He came for us.

We are valued by Him.

We are treasured by Him.

We are precious in His sight.

 

If you have a relationship with Jesus, remember no matter what, your value is always in Him.

If you don’t have a relationship with Jesus yet, then please click on the “Rescue” tab above.

You’ll find all you need right there on that page.

He loves you.

He’s waiting.   

 

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