I've noticed sometimes on blogs when I link up that they don’t allow "tiny URL's."
First of all, I have no idea what that means. And second, I don't know why that phrase just cracks me up.
"Hi, I'm Tiny URL. Nice to meet you…"
It reminds me of this skit they used to do on Saturday Night Live with Nicholas Cage – he was "Tiny Elvis." Any of you remember that? He'd be up there on the dashboard of a car, spouting off – (Elvis voice here...) – thank you very much.
But, sometimes I feel a bit like a tiny URL.
Looked it up in Sharon's Acrostic Dictionary:
(Note: Sharon's Acrostic Dictionary can be a cruel tool sometimes. Words have no hearts…)
I've moaned and bemoaned on this blog before – you might remember the Pity Party I had a few months ago. But, truth is, I think we ALL feel small sometimes. Take a look at Roget's Thesaurus (sidenote: Why has this Roget fellow sold more books than Acrostic dictionaries, huh?) – where was I? – oh yeah, look at the thesaurus for the word *unimportant* for instance:
Insignificant, inconsequential, slight, trivial, trifling, irrelevant…(too depressing).
But haven't you ever felt that way? Like a tiny URL?
You don't need to answer – I know the answer is yes.
Oh, how we long to mean something to someone. To be of consequence, to make a difference. How we ache to feel significant.
Truth be told, we don't just want to be loved, we want to be cherished.
But then, life intervenes, people disappoint, and we can get so very discouraged by it all.
We can end up feeling like a tiny URL – sad and alone and uncared for.
Now, you know that I have NO intention of leaving this post at this moment. You know God's coming…
But I don't want to give a bunch of platitudes here. Because, after all, I'm writing this post to my own heart, too – and I despise platitudes. I know that most people have the best intentions when they say the most unhelpful things – but I just can't stand the feeling that I've been dismissed with a holy version of a *kick in the butt.*
(Wow, where did that come from??)
It's like Job's friends. Not really helpful…
So, I do have words, and hopefully you'll understand that I'm not saying them lightly or glibly. I'm saying them because I. NEED. TO. HEAR. THEM.
We are NOT tiny.
A tiny baby took care of all that.
I think I've gotten so used to hearing that I'm a Child of God that I have ceased to let the truth of that really impact me. I am a child of GOD.
Look in Matthew – the genealogy:
"Jacob was the father of Joseph, the husband of Mary. Mary gave birth to Jesus, who is called the Messiah." (1:16)
You can add this: "…and all those who believe in Jesus, the Messiah, are sons and daughters of God." (That would be Matthew 1:16, plus Sharon 1:16a)
Seriously, do I forget this because I forget how very awesome God is? I think so.
We are children of the King!
So, even when we're depressed, we're still moping around in the palace. Even when we don't feel like getting out of bed, we're still sleeping in the safety of the castle. Even when we're feeling like insignificant slugs, there are still angels that stand in awe of us. Even when we're lonely, the throne room is still just down the hall, and we have total access at any time.
We are the Sons and Daughters of the Ruler of Everything That Exists.
Can we grasp the SIGNIFICANCE of this?!
For just today, can you look into God's magic mirror? And instead of seeing the Cinderella rags you wear while you toil away, can you look and see the glorious Robes of Righteousness that have been placed on you?
YOU are beautiful.
Precious. Radiant. Cherished.
Oh, by the way, it turns out that I looked up "URL" in "SATAN'S Acrostic Dictionary" by mistake. (Didn't I burn that book last week? Yes. But it seems that "somebody" keeps printing a new one and putting it on my shelf…)
SHARON'S Acrostic Dictionary says this:
U ndeniably of
Stand tall. You are a beloved Child of the King.
Will you claim your URL today?
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