Week 1 You have Value!

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If you are like me, I desire to begin this new year with renewed HOPE!  A belief and desire that everything can be renewed.  I believe that this year can be better than the last, that I will find more time, have more love, and make important steps closer to my purpose.  I would like to invite you to join me this year on a journey as we explore various topics, ideals and part of our soul to find hope this year. 

In order for me to bring my hope and dreams to reality, I first need to consider that I am Valuable. My life, my presence, my thoughts, dreams and desires – have value and are important to be shared – and heard.  As I begin this week I am drawn to a verse that speaks to the idea that we are God’s poetry?

“For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”  Ephesians 2:8-10 (NIV)

Did you know the Greek word for workmanship is poiema? The Greek word poiema means poem or poetry in English. Poiema means something made by God himself.

 Did you ever consider YOU and your life as God’s masterpiece, his poetry? How precious you must be to our God as he created you.   No matter how dark, how bad, how far you feel away from that idea - it does exist for you.   You are His poetry, His art, His masterpiece.

I don’t know about you, but it can feel so uncomfortable to hear especially in the darkest of times.  After surviving years of abuse in my own life, when I heard statements like, ‘you are God’s poetry’ I’ll be honest with you – I thought ‘here we go again! Another person who doesn’t know me, and doesn’t know anything about my life or what I have been through. ‘ My life cycled from heart break, to fear and anxiety, a complete loss of trust, and over time I became immobilized and robotic.  What used to be a vibrant whole person was now broken and hurt, and I saw no hope for me. My life was so far from God’s poetry – it felt more like God’s practical joke. 

If God thought I was valuable, then he could see me, and he would have helped me.  I couldn’t believe and wouldn’t believe anyone who told me I was God’s poetry and I had value.  The good news is, I was wrong.  At that time, I didn’t know there was hope even in the darkest of times for me and for you. I have value! You have a value! Our daughters have value!  It took time to find my way back, but if I can do it, so can you!

I remember when I was a little girl we were not allowed to eat processed foods, no candy, no chocolate and our afternoon snack was cottage cheese with wheat germ sprinkled on top.  Are you getting the picture?  One day my mother had a box of Ding Dongs, which was probably its own type of miracle.  These Ding Dongs I had never tasted.  I remember her handing me a round disc in the most amazing shiny foil paper.   It was magical.  I peeled back each corner like Charlie Bucket in Willy Wonka seeking his Golden Ticket.  As I peeled back each layer of foil I discovered this chocolate disc of goodness inside!  I slowly took small bites of this chocolate delight each morsel and was transported to a new world where chocolate and sugar were kings. When I was done, what do you think I did with the silver foil wrapper?  Did I discard it?  No way, I kept it and treasured it. Did you know, I kept that paper for years stored in the bottom dresser drawer with the cut-out jewels from my fast food restaurant king crowns, special notes from my grandmother and a few $2 bills I got for special occasions.  That foil paper was something so small and seemingly not important, but I gave it value. It had importance.   There was an emotional connection and story about hope for something better that went with that shiny wrapper.

Think to a time in your life when you had something have a special value. Can you describe the color, the size, the shape, the smell?  Maybe it wasn’t an actual item, but perhaps a friendship, a memory, a dream or belief you held dear and close to your heart.  Take time now, close your eyes and let a memory surface.  Write some notes here about what you recall:

Do you have children?  Consider how you feel about their value? As a mother myself, my children hold my heart strings and they will for my life. Even when they disappoint me – I love them unconditionally and would move mountains for their well-being.  Most parents would do anything or give up anything to help their children or keep them from being hurt.

Whether you are the parent of a 2-legged child or perhaps you have a child of the 4-legged pet variety, imagine how much you love and value them?  Just as you hold them with great value in your life, you also have value. God sees you with such value and there is a purpose for you.  No matter how dark, how bad, how far you feel away from that purpose at this moment, it exists for you.  You and your life are his poetry. 

It can feel so uncomfortable to hear this statement, especially in the darkest of times.  I remember my own feelings of heart break, feeling disconnected, overwhelming fear and anxiety that I would often become debilitated, immobilized and isolated.  I couldn’t believe and wouldn’t believe anyone who told me, ‘You have value’.

 

Self Reflection

  • How would you define value?

  • Name 10 things you consider valuable?  

  • Now, why are they valuable to you?

  • Do you feel others are more deserving of value than yourself?  If yes, why? 

  • Imagine your life as very valuable; what would need to change?

 

What can I do?

One idea is to create 3 Affirmations: Affirmations are a great way for you to create a statement and repeat it to yourself throughout the week.  It has the ability to begin to change your thinking, which can make small changes in your life right away.

Here are some examples:

I AM God’s workmanship. I am His poetry. His art!

I have value! 

I am worthy of having and living out my purpose.

 

Now, your turn.

Write 3 affirmations for you.

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Idea for Weekly Reflection 

“For you created my inmost being, you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” Psalms 139:14 (NIV)

As you read the scripture and record how your mind, body and ‘gut’ respond. Do you like this verse? Do you feel offended? Is it true for others, but not for you?  Now take a piece of paper, any type or color you like and grab your favorite writing utensil: pencil, pen, crayon, paint brush or whatever you prefer.  Tune inward, try to identify how you feel or respond to this verse, and record those impressions on the paper in either images, scribbles, words or in what comes up. All reactions are okay and there is no right or wrong answer.   

I remember a time when I was so low and so broken that the idea that I could be ‘wonderfully made’ felt painful.  It felt like a slap in the face. It hurt me to even consider those words as they applied to me, because they couldn’t possibly be true.

I want you to know that years later I CAN NOW see the truth in this verse.  I see the truth and beauty in me.  I WAS wonderfully made despite the pain, the abuse, the ‘stuff’ that happened to me.  That is not what defines who I am today.  I see the truth in the face of my sweet daughter whose bright blue eyes looks back at me sometimes.  She is the me that isn’t yet broken, and I believe this for her with all my heart.  So why not believe its truth for me too?

 

 

 PRAYER

Lord, thank you for today and for this week.  I ask for you to help me see that I am your poetry, your art, your workmanship, your masterpiece.  Help me believe those words in my heart and one day can celebrate this journey I have been on.  I ask for your protection this week and for you to reveal to me your purpose for my life.  Show me your delight Lord and help me heal past this moment. 

 

As you begin this journey on week 1, we want to walk alongside you.  If you want to learn more about creating affirmations and receive tips from other survivors, sign up to stay connected with us!  

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Love,

Brooke

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