I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear the words, “You are worthy,” until I found them in my inbox on a Thursday afternoon. Just a random Thursday afternoon, in the midst of chaos and confusion and stumbling to figure out how exactly I was going to make it through this valley of death’s shadow.
This wasn’t the first email I had received from this reader. It was, in fact, the second—her response to my response to the email where she said she was so grateful that my words had traveled across the internet to find her.
Apparently, without my knowledge, a guest post I had written three years earlier had been recycled into an e-devotional that made its way into this girl’s inbox. And then, carrying with it the sting of conviction, it found its way into mine. Because of course I had to look it up to figure out what exactly this girl was thanking me for. In a way, I wished I had simply accepted her thanks and let it go, because the post I found when I went digging sang the bittersweet tune of loss.
I had lost the girl who wrote Beyond Waiting. The girl who determined to redefine the purpose of singleness and live the journey of once upon a time was long gone and I did not know how to recover her.
I don’t know why it is easy for me to be honest in the inboxes of strangers—I can’t say what it is about a screen with a cursor blinking against a backdrop of white that feels so safe—but I wrote this girl a most truthful reflection of who I was then versus who I am now. I wrote her of lostness. Of the valley of the shadow. Of how far I had fallen from the pedestal I once fancied myself to stand upon.
And she responded—like an angel in my inbox—to tell me I was worthy.
“God’s grace is sufficient for us,” she quoted, in the joyful exuberance of one who has been redeemed. “Not just some of us, not just sometimes. For every person in everything!”
And then she hit me with this truth-bomb: “I can sense you don’t feel worthy of the message you once wrote. I want you to know that that is not true. God makes us worthy. In his eyes every one of his children is worthy. You are worthy.”
Worthy. Worthy. Worthy.
It’s not a word I would choose to ascribe to myself. Not because I struggled with a low self-esteem or self-loathing, but because it seemed such a lofty title. Though I’ve long said I have the gift of vanity, calling myself worthy seemed a bit too much, even by my standards.
And yet, here the words settled like a cloak upon my shoulders.
Worthy. Worthy. Worthy.
I am undeserving; God chose me anyway. I guess that makes me worthy.
Because if that is all it takes for something to have worth—just for someone to scoop it up and deem it valuable—then I am worthy indeed.
There’s me in the mud, thick in the grime of unrepentance and God still chooses to say, “That one. Yes, that little mess right there has immeasurable worth. More than the sparrows. More than the lilies. I choose that one to wrap in the weight of My love. She’s worthy. Worthy. Worthy. Worthy.”
That thought clung to me so tightly—moved me so deeply—I cried real tears to the tune of “Would You Still Love Me the Same” on my way home from work that night:
“If I showed You my flaws, if I couldn’t be strong, tell me honestly, would You still love me the same?”
“Yes,” God replied. “A thousand times, yes. I choose you again and again. Every minute. Every day. You are worthy. Worthy. Worthy. Worthy.”
Though I don’t always feel it—though I certainly do not understand how such depths of grace could exist—I wrap the weight of that word around me like a blanket, like a shield.
Worthy. Worthy. Worthy.
I am undeserving; God chose me anyway.
I guess that makes me worthy.
On this Thursday afternoon, I am grateful for you! Grateful that God connected us and grateful for his grace as well! My fast ended Saturday and I was reminded by God gently to keep waiting and hold on to my worth. I got a visit from an ex last week and didn’t uphold my worth in that encounter with him and began to let it slide with another guy a few days later. We are worthy! God wants us to ascribe the same worth to ourselves that he ascribes to us.
I am so thankful for you and your message and your testimony! You are worthy! You are fabulous! I am so happy to be a subscriber to your blog 🙂
May God bless you today and everyday!
Katie, darling, you inspire me. Obviously. Hence the blog post written in your honor.
God works in the coolest ways. When I first started this blog, I never would have dreamed that I would meet some of the most incredible young women via this corner of the internet. So thankful that God chose to weave our lives together in this way. Keep standing firm in your new conviction. I believe in you!
Thank you for these words. I’ve been questioning my worth recently and this truth you found about God and write through words has touched my heart. And I love that song, maybe this is why.
It’s pretty amazing to think that absolutely nothing we could do would diminish God’s love for us. I guess because humans don’t work that way, we assume God doesn’t either. May you stand secure in His love, wrapped in the weight of His grace.