Yesterday, I stuck my head through the door into the children’s hallway and, as I witnessed the children’s church workers scrambling to fill spaces left by absent volunteers, I wanted to ignore what I saw and return to my seat to enjoy my husbands message.
But I didn’t.
Ill prepared, I made a quick copy of the lesson and scanned the topic, “God’s Great Love”. We read of Jesus’ parables to religious leaders about the lost sheep then the lost coin. We laughed as the owners frantically searched for their lost possession, then whooped and hollered as they rejoiced over discovery and replacement of their precious treasure.
We concluded with the truth that God treats us each the same as these owners. I was once lost, but God did all that He could to restore me back to my proper place. The means He used was His son. I was such a precious treasure to Him that He decided to spare no cost and, when found, even all of Heaven rejoiced with Him.
This week, the Enemy had done his part to knock me down and cause me to believe the idea that I could be worthless and useless. God used that short 30 minutes spent with a handful of 6-12 year olds to speak profoundly to my heart through His simple truths.
His truth says I am precious and I have great value, and friend, you need to know that as well. If you’re unsure, check out Psalm 139. You are loved.