I beg him for specific feedback. “Do you like my hair this way?” “Is this a good color on me?”
“I actually spent time trying to look nice today…did you notice?” I’m his wife, his beauty, his companion, his best friend.
My heart beats a little faster when he tells me, with great fervor, “you’re the BEST mommy ever!” I’m his parent, his guidance, his role model, his cheerleader.
To others I am daughter, teacher, friend, listening ear.
But when I try to imagine who I am to God? I pause, speechless. My first thoughts land on words like unworthy, disappointing, insignificant. To God? Me? I’m one in a billion other messed up human beings on a planet headed for ruin. I can’t bring myself to imagine any role where I would be special to God. In which He would notice me.
And yet, scripture says:
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.”
The Lord called me before my birth;
from within the womb he called me by name.
See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.
psalm 139: 17
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.
Ok, so let’s give this a try.
To God I am precious, unique, chosen, and delightful.
God ponders me, thinking about me all the time.
He has made me for a special purpose that only I can fulfill.
He knows my names and my nicknames and sings a special lullaby to me every night.
God smiles when I wake up grumpy, when I sing to my children, and when I eat chocolate.
He calls me beautiful. He shows me my value. He watches my faces and knows how I feel.
He cares deeply when I hurt. He embraces me, wipes away my tears, gives me a high five.
I am His child, His disciple, His spokesperson, His soldier.
I am special to God. He definitely notices me.
Wow. That’s something to remember.
Jason Gray sings a song about remembering. He wishes to be reminded of who God thinks he is, of what God has to say about him.
Because it is so easy to forget. Let’s beg for a reminder.
When my heart is like a stone,
And I’m running far from home
Remind me who I am
When I can’t receive Your love
Afraid I’ll never be enough
Remind me who I am
Jason Gray “Remind Me Who I Am”