Seems like this is one of those questions that people yearn to grasp an answer.What are we worth?It amazed me that most people i have asked this question look at me blankly before mentally jotting down a quick answer that has not exactly been thought up with the seriousness it needs.Morning is on our fingertips is it not?so close but yet so full of uncertainty,morning,when our eyes open again to gaze upon a better version of yesterday.What were we worth yesterday?seeing that we have seen one more beautiful morning,does our worth increase?Does my worth increase?
We are worth more than we perceive.Do you remember the day of creation according to God?What did He call us?What did He say?He termed us good,perfect to His holy eyes so why sell ourselves short?Why hesitate knowing our worth while perfection is what we were worth and what we should try to get back to.
I fail to understand the concept that holds us captive,the concept of''am i not good enough?''The concept of self doubt.We have been hurt in one way or another,betrayed,trampled and condemned.What does this do to a person?It humiliates,breaks hearts,tinkers with the mind but should it break you?Women,when a man beats you,curses you and throws you away,do you go back?Time after time if the same treatment happens,do you run back?What are you worth?
Men,when she says no,and you force your ears to hear yes,what are we worth?Even when she fails to love,doubts you,becomes a ''golddigger,''what do you do?If you are of innocence in such a situation,do you break?Do you lose hope?what becomes your worth?Are we worth more than we think we are?
Many people i am close with have seen more blue days than blue skies and subsequently doubt their worth and there is nothing as bad as thinking we are not of worth for such thought eats at the wounds of our bruised self and destroys any glimmer of hope from reaching the abyss that self doubt binds us.
Have hope.
Believe that even when the sun refuses to grace you and the rain is all that embraces you,you are still worthy,worthy to be called my son or my daughter from the Most high.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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2 comments:
splendid stuff
Wow..profound. Nice work Skillz
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