My daughter brought home an assignment from kindergarden this fall that still echoes in my heart. She was charged with the task of finishing this sentence, “I’m special because…” The natural expectation of someone answering this question would be to have them compile a list of the things that they do well; things that set them apart and make them shine. Things like, “I’m funny, I can sing, I can dance, I am nice” are typical answers. Out of the heart and through the crayon of my daughter came a phrase that inspired me to me more childlike then I am. Her response was, “I am special because my Mommy and Daddy love me.”
Would that my life be marked with the truth that I am special because, and only because, my heavenly father loves me! To know and believe that in the depths of my soul and let it cut through all of the noise that I try and find my worth in, would free me to a place of intimacy with God that the trappings and false hopes that this life produce would fade to the smallness that they are, and I would be free to be me.