Humans love to measure things.
We measure our bodies. We measure our income. We measure our life expectancy.
Are there things that we can’t measure? Yes, and the most meaningful is infinite Spirit.
Spirit is the source of your identity. The real you. And you can not be measured!
You are infinite just like your Father-Mother Creator. You are incorporeal just like your Father-Mother God. You are at one with Her Being, and you reflect everything that She is!
How’s that for a measurement? It’s infinite!
Sometimes we get fooled into thinking that the things we do make us valuable. But our identity is already created in the image and likeness of God, and that’s priceless! So, next time you get trapped into thinking how many Facebook likes you get determines your value; or how much money you make; or how many years you’ve been on this planet — none of these give you real value. We all have the same value and it’s immeasurable!
It may be tempting to think that your worth and value are tied up in your job.
What if you don’t have a job? Or what if your performance is lower than you’d like because of a particular set of circumstances?
You can still feel loved and valued regardless of your job and even if you are out of work.
You work/business do not determine your success.
You determine the success of your work/business.
You have worth and value because you are deeply loved and that’s how God made you.
You are a child of God, not made up of DNA or a by-product of your parents.
Your worth and success are already built-in — they are inherent in what you are.
You are the manifestation of God’s abundance, God’s wealth, God’s prosperity.
God is overflowing with joy and harmony, and you are the manifestation of that!
So don’t let the world —that evil mind— tell you that you are unworthy or unloved for even a second.
Shut the door on that thought! You don’t have to believe it!
You are holy, pure, loved, beautiful and free right now.
T. S. Arthur’s poem: “Every Little Helps”
WHAT if a drop of rain should plead–
“So small a drop as I
Can ne’er refresh the thirsty mead;
I’ll tarry in the sky?”
What, if the shining beam of noon
Should in its fountain stay;
Because its feeble light alone
Cannot create a day?
Does not each rain-drop help to form
The cool refreshing shower?
And every ray of light, to warm
And beautify the flower?