Worth It Wednesday #10

Ten weeks ago...okay, so really eleven weeks ago...I sat on the couch with Ryan and told him I felt compelled to do a series of blog posts about worth. I did it partly because I felt lousy about myself and partly because I could tell a lot of you felt lousy about yourselves.

And over these ten weeks together, we've talked about it all - from body image to spiritual worth to just about every other arena. And last week, when Ryan read the Worth it Wednesday blog post, he said to me, "This is the first one in the whole group that you've written that comes from the perspective of someone who is encouraging others rather than still caught up in it herself."

I love his perspective. He sees what I don't, and that's why we're a good team.


I stared at the post on the screen and knew. I'd accomplished what I set out to accomplish with the series of posts. Not that I have begun to ooze with annoying amounts of worth, but I have grown. I do more quickly see in myself what God wants me to see.

And oh, how very much I hope you've done the same. I hope, if you think back to that first post I wrote in this little series, that you've come a long way in knowing, you're worth so much.

Here's the thing.

I'm a girl who likes moments of definition. Like the moment I sat in a chair and went from girlfriend to fiancee in a matter of five minutes. I can point back to that event and say "this happened there."

But some things don't come in a moment like that. Some things are just a slow change and one day you realize it happened, though you don't know when or where or how.

I don't think I've mentioned this on the blog, but about a month ago, I joined up with our morning guys for the last hour of their show, and we hang out together, laughing, talking, and telling stories. {Translation: they pick on me.} {All in good fun.} And yesterday Ryan got to hear part of our show, so we were chatting about it on the phone after work.

He said these words: "Who ever would have thought that all the crazy things that happen to you would be such good story material? The wallflower isn't a wallflower anymore."

Whenever I describe myself in my high school days, the fastest way I know to explain it is: I was a wallflower. I was invisible to a lot of people...and it was hard. Most people want to be at least noticed.

And if you'd told me back then that one day I'd sit behind a mic at a radio station and tell stories and make people laugh - I would have insisted you had the wrong girl. Wallflowers aren't worth microphones and air time.

But somewhere, somehow, sometime, in an undefined moment, this wallflower found her worth. And is continuing to find her worth. A long, hard, slow, occasionally painful road has taken a turn into some beautiful country that is a joy to travel.

And seriously, dear bloggy friends, I hope, hope, hope that it's the same for you. That in this ten week journey, you've taken a turn into some beautiful country - or at the very least, you've gotten on the road in search of beautiful country.

Today is the end of this series. Not the end of the blog - good grief, I talk way too much to quit blogging. But it's the end of the series. God has put something else on my heart to write about and I'll be getting to that next week.

But I wanted to leave you with the encouragement that you are worth so much...and if you still aren't convinced, please keep walking forward, a step at a time, and know that one day, you'll look back and realized that somewhere, somehow, sometime you discovered what God knew all along.