Value of Life

On this early Saturday morning in the heat of an August summer in Phoenix Arizona I began to muse on the value of life. The air-conditioning vent just quite blowing the cool air over my body and small beads of tiny moisture has begun to settle on my forehead. The house is quiet, my husband off to his usual Saturday early morning golf game. His robe is found thrown over a chair in the family room so not to disturb me as he quickly dressed in the faint light of the dawn. My coffee is cooling down as it sits beside my laptop. I am too busy typing to drink from the cup. God has reminded me of my value. An often overlooked and underestimated value. As much as I try, I fight the fact I have no clue what my value is to me or to God. Sometimes I think I have great value and other times, especially when I am looking in the mirror, I can not find value at all. The words that come to mind: too fat, loose skin, eyes wrinkly, skin sagging, age creeping. Why I can wave with the skin that hangs from my underarm! Can't you? What am I saying? Am I crazy to type this out and acutally let the world read my insecurities? I must be! But in spite of all of my ineffeciencies, I am valuable. God loves me. He says so. The price that was paid for me was beyond my understanding and yet this price is my hope. I am working on what I say when I look in a mirror. I want those thoughts to match the words I read about me in the Bible. What words do you think on when you look in the mirror? Do they reflect the words that God says about You? Do you know what God says about You? If not read the book of John in the New Testament. This book will give you more understanding of who this person was that gave everything for you and me. Regardless of what we think or believe.