God chose to love you because He made you for that sole purpose. You were not meant to suffer and lose hope in this world. You were made to be a shining testimony of His great perfect love, and unfailing care. You were put here to win, beloved. God made you to take care of you.
I know that You know what I’m feeling and thinking right now, and I’m sorry for being weak. God, there are times that I get carried away by what I see and feel, and start to worry. "Where will I go from here? What if everything goes wrong and I fail?"
When these thoughts start invading my heart and seem to start taking over my life, lift up my face, oh Dad. Wipe these tears and stupid emotions away and remind me that I am your beloved child. That you love me despite of who I am, my insecurities, hurts and fears. That you can turn my life around and lift me up from the place I’ve fallen. Stay with me, Dad. Embrace me in your arms and never let me go. I love you, and without you, I am weak. I need you, Father.
I am tired of being hurt. I am tired of being put to shame. I am tired of carrying around a broken heart. I am tired of hearing people saying how stupid, pathetic, worthless, and useless I am— I am absolutely tired of all the painful words they throw at me. I am tired of being told that everything I do is all in vain.
I am tired of my fragile heart, and now I’m offering it to You.
Dad, teach me how to turn a deaf ear to all the jeers, lies, and taunts I hear. Teach this heart to turn directly to You, not anyone else, for comfort and strength. Many times you have proved that it’s You I can only lean on during storms. It’s Your shoulder I can cry on. I can tell you everything without you looking at me in disgust, reproach, or disappointment. I know all these because You alone can understand Dad.
Change me, Lord. Change me that I may bear Your armor as I face the world and all the evil that lies in it. I want to be your missionary in this place.
“I think the object that symbolizes my personality is a LAMP. Well, what is the purpose of a lamp? It’s purpose is to give light. However, notice that the lamp I drew has no fire in it. Without fire, without light, the lamp has no purpose. It is useless. It’s nothing but a mere decoration. Like this lamp, I can’t give my own light. I need God, because He is my light. He is my Source. He is my everything. Without Him, I am useless. I am worthless. I am like a living dead. God is my light. I am nothing but a mere lamp, but because of Him, I am able to stand here in front of you to tell you how good He is. With Him, I find my purpose.”—
(This was during our Values period, when the teacher asked us to draw an object that best describes us. I was really moved by my dear friend’s message.)
“I will invite my God to be the God of circumstance. I will refuse the temptation to be cynical … the tool of the lazy thinker. I will refuse to see people as anything less than human beings, created by God. I will refuse to see any problem as anything less than an opportunity to see God.”—Max Lucado
Imagine a life where God is just in the next room, and you can come personally to him anytime you want. You can see him, and talk to him, and play board games with him. He will say a few jokes, make you laugh, and cook for you. He will tuck you in before you sleep. He will read books with you. He…
You have weaknesses, fears, doubts and hurts which pull you down and keep you from doing what is right. God is willing to take all those off your hands. He is willing to take you in His arms and make everything okay.
Dear God, I don’t know what I am supposed to do. Please help and enlighten me so I may do these things according to your will and glory. I know that I am imperfect. I might mess up. But I know that whatever happens, you’ll still be on my side. Even though I am scared, I’ll still trust in you because You alone have the power to put everything in my life into right. You’ll never fail me, God.
"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. "Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you." Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman. "You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked. "Of course I do. I made you." Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you’ve been given some bad marks." I didn’t mean to, Eli. I really tried hard.” "Oh, you don’t have to defend yourself to me, child. I don’t care what the other Wemmicks think." "You don’t?" "No, and you shouldn’t either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They’re Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn’t matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special." Punchinello laughed. “Me, special? Why? I can’t walk fast. I can’t jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?” Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. “Because you’re mine. That’s why you matter to me.” Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this—much less his maker. He didn’t know what to say. "Every day I’ve been hoping you’d come," Eli explained. "I came because I met someone who had no marks." "I know. She told me about you." "Why don’t the stickers stay on her?" "Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them." "What?" "The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers." "I’m not sure I understand." "You will, but it will take time. You’ve got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care." Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don’t make mistakes." Punchinello didn’t stop, but in his heart he thought, “I think he really means it.” And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.
“I have to stop saying that I am worthless. I don’t have to discourage myself. As far as God is concerned, Jesus has proven in the cross how precious I am. Every drop of His blood is shed just to free and ransom me from the darkness. I am God’s precious one. I have been bought with a price. There’s no reason to be discouraged. God will never fail His precious one. I have to remind myself that I am that one.”—godsradicaldaughter