Who Made You?

Yea, that was a hard one for me to swallow. I went through a bit of a (for a lack of better words) depression period. I felt horrible about myself. Especially when I tried to see that perfect, Holy child that God sees.

I went to God and I told Him, that I don’t understand how He loves me, and I understood if He didn’t want to care about me and I understood if He couldn’t love me, I’m not perfect, and I have failed. Some how I’m this perfect, holy, beloved, child that is being remade and is wonderfully made and some how I’m supposed to be the righteousness of God. But I don’t see it. I don’t see how this fallible person is made perfect, my human mind just can’t wrap around it.

Then as I finished my venting about how I was this horrible person, God spoke to me. He asked me, “Who Made You?” I was shocked, this had nothing to do with what I was just talking about, but I replied, “You did.” He continued, “If “I” Made you, who are you to tell me I can’t love you?” I was speechless. “Who are you to tell me what you mean to me? If I made you and you are mine, who are you to tell me how I feel about my child? You are invaluable to me.” Of course my response was that I never told Him how HE feels about me, I didn’t think. Until I realized that basically I was.

We can be so hard on ourselves. If you really do think about it He is our creator why would you create something that you didn’t want to love? We were created in His Image, we are also called His handiwork, His word also says His work is perfect. So if we are created in

God’s image,

Genesis 1:27

So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.

we are the perfect work made by His hands,

Ephesians 2:10

For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

Deuteronomy 32:4

He is the Rock, his works are perfect,  and all his ways are just. A faithful God who does no wrong,  upright and just is he.

really, who are we to say that we aren’t perfect?

I guess even though I thought I had comprehended this I really didn’t. I was listening to a christian artist and he started talking about how we need to forgive ourselves and how we have a lot of resentment to the prodigal side of us. I had never thought of it that way. This is just a little of what he said:

“I suspect most if not all of us harbor a lot of shame and self-hatred, I know that I do, I hate myself, which in essence means I hate the one that Jesus loves. We are so hard on the one that Jesus loves, ya know? I wonder how that makes him feel. When people talk poorly about my children I care about that. I wonder if it breaks his heart when we are so hard on the one that Jesus loves. Maybe we could just learn to not hate ourselves so much, and if that is too much Borrow from the heart of Jesus and be a little kinder to the one whom Jesus Loves.”

When you think about, it for those of you who have some one you care about dearly, if they are talking down about themselves your heart is going to go out to them and it would break your heart to hear them talk about themselves that way. Jesus died for the weak and broken, if we were all perfect He wouldn’t have had to die for us. He Loves the one we hate, He loves the side of us that we detest, the side that messes everything up, He loves that. If we were physically the perfect person we want to be we wouldn’t have needed God to die for us.

So just think about that, let this settle in your mind.

Who are you to tell your creator what he thinks of you?

You are loved, wonderful, Beloved, Forgiven, Holy, Righteous, remade, made in His image, Accepted, Worthy, Chosen, Dearly Loved, and so much more!