READ: 1 CORINTHIANS 1:26-31; EPHESIANS 2:8-10
My worth is not found in how many friends I have or how many likes I get;
My worth is not found in my weight or how I look;
My worth is not found in my successes, achievements, grades, or awards;
My worth is not found in my GPA or in how many hard classes I can pack into my schedule;
My worth is not found in being the star athlete, star musician, or star student;
My worth is not found in doing more or being more;
My worth is not found in what the world deems successful…
My worth is found in Jesus…in being chosen, loved, and made new. I am worthy because He made me worthy. Because of His death on the cross—because of the incredible grace, mercy, and forgiveness He lavishes on me—He sees me as worthy. Worthy of His love, worthy of forgiveness, worthy of an intimate relationship with Him, worthy of being His. His work did it all! I don’t need to earn it, try harder, be more, do more. He’s done it all.
He doesn’t need my efforts and striving for more; He wants my heart. Every part. Rather than trying to prove your worth or strive toward more, give Him what weighs you down and let Him carry you. Give Him your efforts as an offering of love and worship to Him, not as a payment. And find your true worth in the only One who determines our true worthiness. • Cara Campbell
• Do you ever feel like your worth is dependent on what you do? What things do you place your identity and worth in?
• Reread today’s Bible verses. Why is it important that our true worth is found not in what we do but in what Jesus has done for us?
Instead, God has chosen what is foolish in the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen what is weak in the world to shame the strong. 1 Corinthians 1:27 (CSB)
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