I have this natural inclination to think that the way people
treat me or speak to me is a reflection of my worth. I know. I know. It’s not
all about me but somehow it seems to be. An abrupt word, a silence, a funny
look, someone not listening or interrupting has the potential to send me on a
downward spiral of melancholy and hopelessness. Useless, useless echoes around
me as I slide down the slippery slope on my tushy. It’s so undignified. You can
imagine how topsy turvy my inner world is at times. It really is exhausting
being me.
Of course in all fairness to God Almighty the Creator of the
universe, the One-Who-Knows-Everything, my inside world is not nearly as
chaotic as it used to be. Slowly but surely He is pulling down those old lying
habits of thinking that tell me, I’m useless, worthless, of no earthly use. He
is renewing my mind with the truth that I am fearfully and wonderfully made in
His image, I am loved with an everlasting love and Jesus dying on the cross is
evidence of his love for me.
The fact of the matter is that if people treated me
according to my inestimable worth which is non-negotiable, because you cannot
argue with the One-Who-Knows-Everything, they would be running out red carpet
everywhere I needed to walk, bowing when they approached me, fanning me with
ostrich feather fans when it was too hot and feeding me with delicacies. My life
would be one long royal visit which possibly would grow a little tedious for
those I live with.
Yes the truth is I have great value and if people do not
speak to me or treat me like that it could be, in
the madness of the minute, they have forgotten that not only I, but them also, have inestimable worth. Perhaps like me they are pieces of brokenness being lovingly put back together and restored by their Creator. Other people’s behaviour is definitely no reflection of
my worth.
However, the question does need to be asked… what would
happen if I treated everyone I met like they are royalty, made in the image of
the creator of the universe?