Do you ever feel insignificant . . . not even on the map? Sometimes I get introspective, melancholy, and wonder if there’s any meaning in these key strokes as I type t-h-i-s.
Do you ever feel like a minnow lost in a sea full of sharks? Well, maybe not sharks but bigger fish than you are? Do you ever feel like, Someday when I grow up, I’ll be . . . but hold on, I’m already grown up? Do you ever feel like you’re supposed to be something—to be doing something—more than you are, but you’re not there yet?
I do. Almost every day. Maybe you do too.
Sometimes I wonder if life has passed me by. If I was meant for greater things. Things more significant than this simple life I lead. Do you ever feel that way?
Sometimes, I admit, I fail to see the significance of each day. Someone else could do what I do way better than I. So why do I bother trying? Maybe it’s because God called me—and you—not to try but to do. “Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might” (Eccl. 9:10).
Perhaps there’s eternal value in just that—in just doing. Being. Me. Today. Right now.
What does Ephesians 2:10 say? I’m God’s “workmanship,” His poiema or (according to the Bible Knowledge Commentary) His “work of art or . . . masterpiece.”
Really? . . . Me? . . . Yes, me . . .
. . . the forgetful.
. . . the hopelessly flawed.
. . . the oh-so-quick-to-feel-discouraged.
Who feels trapped sometimes in the body of this death (Rom. 7:24) and wants out. But then, if I was free, I wouldn’t be the person God has called me be right here right now, persevering through this human struggle we call life. Struggling. Growing. Being me.
So maybe it’s not so bad being you. Being me. The flawed little guy (or gal). The weak.
God uses the weak to shame the strong (1 Cor. 1:27). He uses people like the apostle Paul who, in spite of a thorn in the flesh (2 Cor. 12:7-10), finished his course and kept the faith (2 Tim. 4:7). And if Paul was anything, he was God’s workmanship.
A piece of art. A masterpiece. Like you. Like me.
So take heart.
Maybe it’s not so bad being weak. Maybe there’s value in being a little guy.
As long as we’re little with all our might.
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