You Were Made

You were made.

You are not the result of some freak accident. Some random collision of cells billions of years ago. You are not an animal. You are not a thing. You are a person, and you are real. You were created, by a Creator, a beautiful work of art. You are a masterpiece.

So why do you hurt yourself so? Why do you break yourself down? Believe the lies that are thrown at you daily? Why do you buy into the nonsense that you are nothing?

Here's something for you, some silver cord that might make you hold on: you are something. You are not measured by the things you have done, the things you have failed at, the things that just won't seem to fall in place. You are not an accident, you are on purpose.

It doesn't matter what your circumstance is, what color you are, how tall, skinny, short or fat. It doesn't matter if your hair is curly or shaved to your head. You have a big nose? So what. Your stomach is too pudgy? Who cares. Outward appearances mean nothing. Did you hear that? They mean nothing.

You know that smile that used to brighten your face? It's gone. And that, that is the tragedy of this situation. You no longer smile because you've been beaten down. You no longer laugh because you believe that you're nothing.

They are all wrong.

You have a place, a purpose, a hope. There is something more to live for. You were created by a Creator. He designed your very appearance, your very personality. He knew you'd have freckles, He designed you that way. He knew you'd have brown eyes, He picked the very color of your eyes. You may not know Him yet, but you are His creation.

You were made. Know it, accept it, believe it. You are His.