As
a kid, I wasn’t very amazing. I was an
ordinary boy, wore torn jeans and dirty tennis shoes – black mostly.
My
skills were average in baseball, I could sing a little, and I wore ordinary
shirts – usually not the button-down-collar type that most of my friends wore.
I
was ordinary.
Except
one day in gym class. We played
basketball and I was Michael Jordon ... for
a few minutes. I couldn’t miss – layups,
free-throws, ten-footers – I hit them all.
I was amazing … for thirty minutes.
And
it never happened again.
Amazing.
Are
you amazing? Are you a stellar human
being?
I
suffered from low self-esteem most of my life.
I didn’t believe in ME!
Amazing? Who, me?
Not a chance.
And
then there’s God. God thought I was
amazing. And He thinks you are amazing
too.
He
looked down from wherever He looks down and saw this ordinary kid and
found a way to tell me, “I think you are special. I like you just as you are, not as you should
be.”
And
one fine day I believed.
And
I still believe.
In
Isaiah 43: 1b we find … “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you. I have called you by name. You are mine.”
Wow! God knows my name.
He claims me.
ME!
Psalm
139:14 tells me “I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” He
didn’t use spare parts to make you and me.
He didn’t just throw us out to the world. He thought about us as we were being formed
in our mother’s womb.
Titus
3:7 reminds us that “Jesus … made us acceptable to God.”
If
God were to write you and me a letter, it might sound something like this:
Dear
Child:
I
like my front-row seat as I watch your life.
I watch as you grow and learn. I
want you to know this … I think you are amazing. You are the one I love.
Life
has not been easy for you. I know
that. To use an old phrase of your era –
You don’t have the best of everything.
You are just making the best use of everything you have.
That is amazing. That is resilience.
If
I had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If
I had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
I
claim you as my child. I think you are
simply amazing.
Your
God!
Offering Words of
Hope Encouragement
Inspiration
One Word at a Time
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