How do you measure yourself?
Now, I don’t mean with a measuring tape… or maybe I do. Do you measure yourself by those numbers?
Do you measure yourself by weight? Size? Shortcomings? Weaknesses? The things you can not do? The things you can not be? The things you just can’t get right?
I have spent many times… too many times… in my life measuring myself by what I am not.
Mama, he’s better than I am at everything…
I reassured my little one that she was all wrong.
He just does everything better than I do…
The dejected look, the sinking face… me wanting to grab her and say
Don’t you know who you are?!
The thing is… my oldest son, the one my oldest daughter is convinced has by-passed her in all areas… my son, he thinks the same way.
If I could just be faster…
stronger…
better…
taller…
It doesn’t matter the description… we have all done this. If I could just be more like… If I could just be better at… If I could just be more… perfect.
Don’t you know who you are?
I ask my little ones. I ask myself.
How do I measure myself? How do they measure themselves?
By all the ways we are not, by all the ways we do not…
It’s time to learn the only unit of measure.
The only measure that matters… is how He measures us. We measure up enough…
to die for.
We won’t get it all right here. We might only get a few things right here. There will always be someone here… someone who can do it just a little bit better.
The way I look at it… which one of my precious six pack is the best? Yes, it’s laughable… an impossible, unnecessary measurement. They are all, every last one, in every little way, worth that price. I would die for them. He did.
That’s just it. That’s just the way He sees us. Every last one.
So, how should we measure ourselves?
by the measure if His sacrifice.
No matter how tall, how fast, how witty, how stunning, how good we are… or are not…
He died for us
That is the only measure I want my little ones to use. Mama first…
Romans 5:8
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
