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Woven into Worthiness

There is a little voice in my head that reminds me of how I am constantly failing. Do you have one? Mine loves to convince me that I’m not good enough (no matter what I’m trying to accomplish). It makes me compare myself to other moms and tells me that these super-moms have it all together and I will never be like them. One of its favorite murmurings is that everyone knows I shouldn’t have status or position. Sometimes, the voice is more subtle. It makes me wonder if people are genuine in their praise or if they are just being polite. Even worse, it makes me question whether I really heard from God or if it was just me.

I can admit that I have had a lifelong struggle with unworthiness. It’s easy to feel overlooked and forgotten. Personally, I spent many years basing my feelings of love and worth on what others said and how they acted.  This was a particular struggle when I experienced hurt from Christian people. It took me a long time to realize that all people, even Christians, are human, and most will ultimately let you down, intentionally, or unintentionally.

As an adult, I had to learn how to receive love. My husband was instrumental in helping me with this struggle. When I finally understood what real love is, I began to recognize God’s love for me. This became my escape from the pit of unworthiness.

So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them. (Genesis 1:27)

Looking at Genesis now, I am awestruck in the first chunk of verse 27, “in His own image.” God created all humankind, including me and you, in His very image. Qualities and characteristics have been woven into me and you according to His purpose and for His pleasure. When He looks at me, He sees His daughter. This reminds me of how I feel when I gaze at my children and see all the wonderful things that make them unique. I recognize their potential, and it would break my heart if they didn’t feel they were worthy of anything good I could give them.

In the same way, it breaks our Father’s heart when we can’t see ourselves as He sees us. Even worse, we can’t love others well if we don’t understand our value as children of God. We are, after all, created in His image. Did He make a mistake? Of course not.


There’s hope for you if you are stuck in the pit of unworthiness. God’s word is true and alive. When the murmurings of the voice in your head begin, take out God’s word and discover His truths about you to fight the lies of the enemy. Always remember that you are His image. He designed every single detail about you to bring honor and glory to Him. You are His child and His treasure.

Prayer:  Heavenly Father, there are so many voices to consume my thoughts. Still my heart and mind so that Yours is the only voice I hear. Help me to love well, including myself, so I can bring honor and glory to you. Thank you for creating me in Your image. Amen.

© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries.  All rights reserved.

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