I’m special. In all the world there’s nobody like me. Since the beginning of time there has never been another person like me. Nobody has my smile, nobody has my eyes, nose, my hair, my hands, my voice—I’m special.
No one can be found who has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my tastes for food, clothing, music or art; no one sees things just as I do. In all of time, there’s been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me, and what makes me laugh and cry will never produce identical laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.
I’m the only one in all creation who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things I’m good at, but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities and feelings. Like a room full of musical instruments, some may excel alone, but none can match the symphony sound when all are played together. I’m a symphony.
Through all of eternity, no one will ever look, talk, walk, think or do like me. I’m special—I’m rare—and in all rarity there is great value. Because of my great value I need not attempt to imitate others—I will accept—yes, celebrate—my differences. I’m special and I’m beginning to realize it’s no accident that I’m special. I’m beginning to see that God made me special for a purpose. He must have a job for me that no one else can do as well as I. Out of all the billions of applicants, only one is qualified, only one has the right combination of what it takes. That one is me, because—I’m special.
As I scan the Word of God I am convinced that I am very special to God. As He created my inmost being, He knit me together in my mother’s womb. This He did fearfully and wonderfully (Psalm 139:13-14). And, though he has created billions of others like me, God cannot keep his eyes off of me because I love him and fear him (Psalm 33:18). God also demonstrated this in that while I was still a sinner, Christ died for me.
Satan may try to discourage me by putting thoughts in my mind, like God doesn’t care about you or God doesn’t hear your prayers. But, I do know, as I put my trust in God and read and believe his Word, that greater is he that is within me than he that is in the world.
The twenty-third Psalm best relates how personal God is to me just as he was to David. The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall lack nothing. He makes me to lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Associate Pastor, Jake StirnemannJuly 1, 2021