God's Tattoo of You

It’s not what you do that gives you worth but to whom you belong. This was in a recent devotional by Pastor Rick Warren. He goes on to say, "Did you know that God has a tattoo of you? Isaiah 49:15-16 says, “Can a mother forget her little child and not have love for her own son? Yet even if that should be, I will not forget you. See, I have tattooed your name upon my palm” (TLB)."

Our worth is so many times defined by things that don't really matter: our profession, Klout score, friend count, followers, likes, snap score. Our online highlight reel that only defines small moments in our life, but not the whole picture. We don't showcase our brokenness, put on blast our hurts and failures, display our ugly side. We only display our bests. Rarely though, is this a true picture of our lives.

Many of you may feel very alone in whatever situation you are in. You may be in a plane headed to a funeral, you may be headed to a dead-end job in which you feel like you make no difference, you may be going through a divorce, or a loss. No matter what you are going through, you are never alone. You are so loved by God that he even has a tattoo of you on his palm. Your worth is not found in a person, your job, your kids, but only found in Him.

We so desperately fight to keep our lives separate from God. We want to control every portion and every corner of our hearts because we think we know whats best. We do not want to miss out and we are so scared that God is trying to keep us from living "our best life". This is so far from the truth. Trust Him with your value, your worth. He will not disappoint. The rest of the world and people will fail you. He will never fail you.

God Bless

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