In my teens and twenties, I was confused and searching. I allowed my peers, advertising, and negative self-talk to define my importance. They all communicated the same message. If I don’t meet their standards, I don’t have significance.
In my thirties and forties, I figured out the world’s way of measuring my significance was wrong and deceptive.
Now, in my fifties, I see my true worth through God’s eyes. I’m discovering God’s extravagant love for me defines my significance, not my performance or the opinions of others.
To be honest, though, I still sometimes get confused.
I recall one particular time. I was sulking, feeling of little importance to anyone or anything. My expectations were unsatisfied. So, I began to look to others to make me feel significant.
I withdrew from God. I was upset with Him because He wasn’t answering my prayers how I thought He should. Thankfully, He never treats me with contempt.
After a couple days of stewing, I was driving home from work, when I glimpsed the license plate of the sports car I was passing. I read Pam 4511. Yes, it was my name … on a license plate, at that moment, driving on I-35! Undoubtedly, God had a message for me.