It happened in our college cafeteria years ago while I was a student. I remember the conversation well. In good humor, the discussion turned to who was the "most spiritual" based on family heritage. One friend immediately said that she belonged in that category because she was a minister's daughter. Another friend responded that she came from generations of ministers and ministers' wives. Yet another friend announced that she was the child of missionaries. Everyone "oooooohed" and "ahhhhed," as the conversation continued. Just before all options were given, I quietly said...."I think my lineage wins." Curious expressions now looked at me wondering how I should have any response at all. I was not the child of a minister or missionary. "You see, I am a carpenter's daughter," I said with great sincerity. Everyone smiled and agreed that my answer was quite satisfactory. When we claim to belong to The Carpenter, it gives reference to the greatest Carpenter Who ever lived.
I know that random conversation was in fun but I have recalled it repeatedly...for countless reasons. Obviously, there should never be a "most spiritual" category for we all fall short and live imperfect lives. However, that discussion has made me increasingly consider life journeys. Sadly, I think we find ourselves placing more emphasis on our actions, acquaintences, achievements and accolades...than we do the Author of Life and the value He brings to our lives. There is nothing we do...no one we know...no success we claim...and no recognition we earn...that compares to the loving price He paid for us.
I have known very simple, quiet people who never earned any award...yet touched countless lives in amazing ways for God. I have also known people who announce their every success...yet have no time for hurting, searching, wounded souls. Additionally, I have known folks who obviously touch many lives...with sincerity, authenticity and humility.
What matters most to me...is that each life is created by a loving, amazing God Who has an incredible purpose and plan for each of His children. My life is a simple piece of paper...torn, scribbled, faded, crumpled and worn. By His mercy and grace, He lovingly continues to write my story. I am grateful He is not finished with me yet. When my life is done, I pray that it will be obvious that He was The Author Who gave my life meaning and worth. This life was not about me. It was designed to honor Him. May He alone be praised.♥~thl
"But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation; a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of Him Who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light." 1 Peter 2: 9
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