What Happened To My Value?

When did I stop valuing myself? It feels like there had to be this moment where the worth I saw in myself began to dwindle, as if I placed a price tag upon my value, and slowly, it kept decreasing.

I try to think back to the exact moment when this shift happened. Was it in the schoolyard when the bullying began? Was it the sting of "stop being an idiot" from those whose approval I so desperately sought? Was it the harsh rejections as a teenager or the painful words "you're fat and ugly" as a young adult? Perhaps it’s a little piece of each cruel word or casual dismissal, accumulating over time.

Before long, this inward lack of value began to seep outward. I found myself thinking, "I shouldn't buy that dress, it's too expensive for me," or "No, don't treat me to lunch," as if I’m not worth the cost. It's as if I’ve been walking around with an invisible price tag, set by the world's harsh judgments, that says you're not worth much at all.

You see, I know the truth. Deep in my spirit, I know my value. I am a child of God, given authority to walk tall with my head held high. And yet... somewhere on this journey, I have allowed the enemy's lies to slip in, to cause me to think I’m not enough, that I should settle for the crumbs thrown my way. He longs for me to stay in this defeated posture instead of walking in the knowing and grace that is already mine.

But no longer will I listen to those lies…

Oh, how God’s heart must break as He has watched me diminish myself, in all these ways, allowing the world’s opinions to dictate my worth. As if their views should mean anything to me, as if they have the right to set a value upon my head. How He must have longed for me to turn to His truth, to see myself as He sees me—treasured, precious, and worth the ultimate sacrifice of His Son.

In God’s eyes, I am of immeasurable value. He gave His only Son to redeem me, a price far beyond any earthly measure. My worth is not determined by the cruel words or dismissive attitudes of others but by the infinite love and sacrifice of our Saviour.

Today, I choose to remember that. Choose to see myself through His eyes, to embrace the truth of my worth, and to reject the lies that have taken root in my heart. I whisper to myself… “You are valuable, you are loved, and you are worth it.” And I will do that until I believe it.

1 Peter 1:18-19 - For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your ancestors, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.

*Thank you so much for journeying with me in this space & valuing my words. I pray this spoke to you today, and maybe, just maybe it will speak to someone you know that needs to be encouraged. Be sure to say hello in the comments xx.