What can I say. I’m a slacker. How will I ever make it in the blogging world if I disappear for weeks at a time. Somehow, a few of you stick with me. Thank-you.
Last time I wrote I told you about my surgery. Since then I’ve organized a “Give a Tent” drive for Haiti, had a mild case of lymphedema, painted 1/3 of my house yellow, which meant 3….yes 3 coats of paint to cover the green and brown “dark” phase I went through a few years back. I should have painted before the surgery, but there always needs to be a deadline for me. That deadline is my dear college friends coming to visit next weekend. Not that they would have minded the nasty paint job I did a few years ago, but this yellow and newly painted trim looks better. There were many sick days during chemo on a dreary day in Michigan that I thought “why the h-e-double hockey sticks” did I paint my walls brown.
Now my house looks like an Easter egg. One light blue room, one light green kitchen and the main living are is called “hunny butter.” Either that or this house belongs in Florida.
So one of my adventures over the past few weeks was filling in for the 2’s and 3-year-old class at church. I love my kids, but here’s the truth: It’s not that I don’t like teaching other people’s kid’s, it actually that I’m scared to teach a class full of other people’s 2 and 3 year olds. I mean, seriously, so much can happen. They could cry the whole time, they could yell “you’re dumb” which is unfortunately Elijah’s new favorite word. They could run around yelling and screaming and never listen to me. I could make a total fool of myself trying to explain the concept of Jesus. And my number one fear…..a happy little guy who bursts in to tears the minute mom or dad arrives for pick-up.
Seriously, I am afraid of kids.
So I was telling a dear lady at our church about filling in as a sub the day before during our tents for Haiti event, and she was this awesome 2nd grade teach for many years in the community. Well, wouldn’t you know who would show up to help me. Now, it was really sweet of her to show up, but now I’ve got 16 little eyes looking at me, including my own son who won’t listen to anything I say, and a professional child “whisperer” in my midst. “I am going to look like a fool” I thought.
But dear Joyce filled in where I missed cues. And I managed to teach those little munchkins something. Here was out Bible verse. It’s so easy, even you can remember it!
“I am wonderfully made.” from Psalm 139:14
The actual verse is a bit longer. It says this: “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful.”
But it seems to be that those 4 words is the limit for 3 year olds when it comes to memorization. And you need to spend several weeks saying it over and over again to them, and even sometimes they don’t get it. I say Elijah….”what was your verse today?” And he yells “Jesus” which we all know is the universal right answer, and then I give him a few words and it registers to him finally what the verse actually is.
So, of course, this got me thinking, because I think a lot, about this little inconspicuous verse in the Bible. It’s one I’ve heard for years, since I was a little whippersnapper in my own 2’s and 3’s Sunday School class with Mrs. Lee.
And I was thinking how forgetful I am, just like a 3 year old and a memory verse. How through my teenage years I forgot that I didn’t need to be a size 6 to be special. How I didn’t need to get the best grades to be important to someone. That I could be really miserable at Math and really good at Art or Science and that was OK. It made me unique.
I’m not sure what I did with the knowledge and wisdom of this verse but I’m pretty sure I packaged it up in the back of my mind and left it there to gather dust or mold.
Because at some point during my cancer journey, it has dawned on me, since sometimes I miss the details, that I am, actually, in fact, important. And, not only that, I am worth living for (if that makes sense). What a novel idea. I know, you guys, it’s the simple things that stump me. But seriously. It took cancer for me to realize my life is worth living. That I am important to my kids. I’m important to my husband, and my parents and my sister and my friends. I wanted to live. I wanted to beat cancer. Why? Because I was worth living for. Because I am wonderfully made. I have a purpose here on earth to love and be loved. God knew this before I was even a tadpole.
So I’m doing the best to not beat up on myself. I try to remind myself that I don’t have to be a size 6 to be important. That I may never understand physics or why x=y. But I am important none-the-less.
You may have had different reasons for fighting cancer. You may have never fought anything in your life other than low self-esteem. Don’t let it be cancer, like me, to wake you up to your own value and self-worth.
Jesus said this to us in Matthew 22
“Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul and mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it. Love your neighbor as yourself.” All of the law and prophets hang on this.”
So whatever we do glean from the Old Testament law and prophet’s, and what seems like a bunch of rules and regulations, Jesus came and said THIS my friends: Love your neighbor as yourself. This is the most important.
Cling to this dear ones.
You are wonderfully made.