You Don't Matter

You don't matter. You're not important. No one cares about you. You're all alone. There is something wrong with you. You don't belong. You hear these words and they grab hold of your soul, your mind your heart. You try and brush them off thinking of all of the times you've heard that peoples' opinions don't matter. It happens again. You hear these words, but this time they're coming from within. You feel that doubt, that fear, that heart ache. You start to give strength to the words and eventually the words that once were sticks and stones become glue and attach themselves to every bit of you. Every day you believe the words more and more as they grow from a whisper to a loud roar.

You go on with your life now consumed with those words, but it doesn't stop there. You feel that brokenness and that hurt and the only way to heal is to realize you are not the only one who is broken, so you break others. You take those words that shattered every piece of you, that pierced through your heart and left you as you are, and use them as stones to throw. But it's okay though right? It's okay because now you're not the only one who is hurting. Now you have the power because someone else has weakness. You have become what hurt you so now you feel invincible, but you're not. You are still broken. You are still hurting. You are still weak. The only thing that has changed is that now someone else has to feel that pain and insignificance that plagued you.

It pains my heart deep to the core to know that there are people, beautiful souls created by our King, that truly believe that they are insignificant, that they have no purpose, that they are not loved. It pains me to know that in this world, there is a young boy who is being picked on for not being masculine enough, for loving another boy, being told that his feelings and who he loves justifies him feeling like he is a mistake. It pains me to know that there is a black woman doing everything she can to provide a good life for her children and for herself, but she has to be told every day that because her skin color is "different", she doesn't deserve to be happy, to live in security and peace, she doesn't get to be treated like a human being because she looks different. My heart breaks knowing that there are doctors who will encourage women to get an abortion if their children show signs of disability while they are in the womb. Somehow, they believe that someone with a disability is not worthy of being brought into this world.

Enough is enough. Enough lies, enough evil, enough hate. It needs to stop. Every single person on this planet deserves to feel love, joy, peace, deserves to feel like they are important, that they have a purpose. God created each and every one of us. He created each person with a purpose and loved and always will love each and every person with all of His heart. He did not create us just to create us. We are living and breathing because He wants us. We are His children and like any good and loving parent, He wants His children to know how special they are, how much He loves them, how needed they are. No parent brings a child into this earth with the belief that they want that child to never encounter love, that they don't want their child to do amazing things, that they want their child to have less than anyone else. Friends, please know that when God created you, He wanted nothing less than THE BEST for you.

It is our job to love one another. We all come from the Father. We are all His children and that means that we are all family. No matter our differences, we are all brothers and sisters and brothers and sisters are meant to support, lift up, and love one another. The word tells us in 1 John 4:7-8 "Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love." Do you hear that? If we are not living in love, we are not living with God, and by that we are denying our own Father.

How long is it going to take for people to realize that they have no right to make someone feel less than loved? How long is it going to take for people to realize that their words have unbelievable power, that their actions create a chain reaction? How long is it going to take? You have power to make a difference, but what kind of a difference are you going to make? Will you use your broken pieces as stones to break someone else, or will you use your broken pieces as a shield to protect someone else from being hit and broken by those stones?

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