This is probably just me speaking, but here it goes.
I meet boys & girls, men & women frequently. Sometimes, they spill their guts to me as I’m calmly knitting behind my bears and soap bars. What’s the most common statement I get?
"I just don’t think I’m worth that much."
When I was very little, I used to do things and my conscience was all but broken about the consequences (little kid mindset to the max). One day, my brother pulled me aside to tell me something; something that I had never thought about and never forgotten.
"God has this BIG book. For everything you do, good or bad, he writes it down. And when you die, he reads your entire book to see if he wants you in heaven, or hell."
This had a profound effect on me, leading my conscience to be loud and strong from that day forward.
When someone tells me, “I just don’t think I’m worth that much.” The only thing I can think of is this scenario in my head:
"You know what’s more important than you?" "What?" "Your soul. And you know who owns that soul?" "…God?" "In the long run, yes, but it’s being lent to you right now, like a library book."
Y’see, your soul is that little card inside of the book that the librarian stamps when a book is checked out, or checked back in. God is the librarian, and when you’re born, you are the book. He stamps the little card, and sends you on your way. It’s your job to make sure the book gets back to the library safe and sound.
Well, the reason why, is so other people can eventually read it. A book being written might not be that interesting at first, but each chapter leaves a cliffhanger, and no one likes cliffhangers. With every person you meet, they are getting to know you; they are reading the book. You let them read the book, but if they tear the pages, don’t let them read it anymore. If they keep spilling soda on it, take the book away. But those who really like what they’re reading, they will take care of the book, and even help you write the story and doodle illustrations.
When the book is full, and the due date shows up, you return the book to the librarian, and He stamps the little card. If you wrote a good story, He puts the book on the “New Releases” shelf. If you wrote a horrible story, you get thrown into the bargain bin.
The worth of a book, is how many people have read it, and wanted to keep reading it. They share the book with friends, they don’t put the book on a shelf and leave it to collect dust. Bestsellers become the best by how many people love the book.
No matter what you believe in, if you have people who want to be with you, be around you, and never want to lose you, those are the people reading your book. Those are the people who help you return to the library safe and sound. They don’t tear your pages, or spill soda on you. They tell others about your gripping cliffhangers, and when those people finally get a hold of you, they want to know what makes your story so awesome to their friend.
You’re worth a whole lot. If you’re still breathing, your book is still being written. And when a book is still being written, there are fans out there waiting on the edge of their seats to read it.