You. Are. Special.
3 words we so often say to those around us but never believe for ourselves.
If you haven’t read Part 1 of “You Are Special,” you can read it here. Then join me back on this page to finish the story from there…
Last week, we looked at the story from “You Are Special,” a children’s book by Max Lucado. This week we’re going to talk more about why this book has impacted me so much. Let’s start with going through what the analogy actually says:
We are the little wooden people, and Eli, the woodcarver, is God, our maker.
Those stickers—the stars and the dots—are the compliments, critiques and opinions that others direct towards us. We take those words (those stickers), and we let them define us.
We walk with our heads down because of the dots we wear, and we wish we could be different, so that instead we would receive more stars.
And when those stars do come, we think we are so amazing. And only when our stars outshine our dots are we content—if only for a short time.
But the thing is, those stickers shouldn’t matter. We let other people say that we are too “this” or not enough “that,” when our Maker is looking down on us from heaven with a smile on his face, knowing without a doubt that He made no mistake in making you and I and the person next door.
The only opinion that matters, is the opinion that we so often ignore.
And that is the opinion of God. Our Maker. Our perfect Maker who makes no mistakes.
Growing up, I was almost always insecure about something. Some days it was my appearance. Some days my quiet personality. Some days it was the fact that in my world, "Let's go play a game of soccer!!" meant nothing short of public humiliation.
What I never thought about was the fact that God gave me that appearance, that quiet personality and those two left feet (He wanted me to play music, and wow it took me so long to realize that that in itself is an amazing thing. We can't all like playing sports!).
Honestly, it was sitting alone on my bed, reading this children’s book, that I started to see myself the way God sees me for the very first time.
I put myself in Eli’s shoes, and I realized that I too would look at Punchinello the way he did. I wouldn’t see that his paint was chipped or his words were fumbled. I would see that I made him who he is for a reason, a reason that only he could fulfill.
It would break my heart to see that all he saw was his faults, when there was so much good to be seen beneath the surface.
And really, if it were to break my heart to see a doll look at himself in this way, how much more does it hurt God when we wish we could change who He has made us to be?
Every day that I doubt myself, I have to remember that God made no mistakes when making me. He doesn’t wish I was funnier or more outgoing, even if I often do.
And while it’s good to put myself out of my comfort zone, challenge myself and strengthen myself in areas that I may not be strong, I don’t have to wish to be a completely different person:)
In fact, my brother has said I look like a librarian and that someday I will be a good soccer mom. Maybe this is the impression I give off to those around me. (?)
Comments like that used to bother me. And I would worry, Should I change? Is it bad that my 14 year old brother thinks I look like a librarian?! What does that even mean??? (This may be a super toned-down example, but I had to mention it;)
However, from the words of Eli the woodcarver, “The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about their stickers.”
So now, instead of worrying, I’m trying to see myself from God’s perspective. If God wants me to be a librarian and soccer mom, then I will rock it. Absolutely rock it.
But no matter who or what I become, I can rest in knowing that God made no mistakes.
Every day, I want to listen to who God says I am. Some days it’s easier than others.
But the truth is, I have some stickers. I depend too much on compliments and I am hurt by criticism. I’m praying that those stickers will fall off, one by one, and that I will come to depend on them less and less.
We can’t let others’ opinions or even compliments define who we are. What matters is that our Maker made us the way He did. He makes no mistakes and He loves us all exactly the way we are.
Don’t change. Be you, and rock it :)