Even with God.
I have always loved serving others. And, I have always thought it was because I was just that kind of person. I was just that giving. I was wrong. I am not that giving. I am not that selfless. I am human. I like to do for people but not always. I like for people to do nice things in return ... though I usually do not do anything for what I will get in return. But, I can't say that I don't like it when someone does something nice for me. That would be a big fat lie.
But, behind it all there is a need to be of some worth. To be useful. To be loved and thought well of. I didn't get much of that as a child. I don't think I have instilled much of that in my own children as well, as a result. I didn't even understand until last night that any of this was an issue for me.
Last night we had our third night of revival services and as the speaker started talking, I felt like the Lord was talking through him directly to me. I had spent the last twenty minutes on the balcony irritated, frustrated and in an all-around bad mood. I felt like going home. Then he started talking about how there were people there tonight who just weren't feeling God. The enemy was on them and was messing with them hard (he was much more detailed than I am being right now). And, he asked those people to come to the front.
And, I went.
While I was being prayed over, the man started speaking some things to me that touched me deeply. I won't go into it all here. Some of it was very personal and things God was giving him just for me. But what was said broke something in me. Moments later, a sister in our church came to pray over me and the Lord spoke through her to me as well, confirming what had already been said but expounding on it and adding a few other things.
God brought some things to my attention that I did not even realize were holding me back. He also spoke to some things I knew were issues for me but couldn't find my way around them. Where I couldn't, He could and He did.
But one of the things that He spoke to me was about my service to Him. He doesn't want me to serve Him so that He will love me. He already does. He wants me to serve Him because I love Him. My worth is not in my service. My worth is found in that I am a daughter of the King, loved so much that Christ would die for me.







