I saw the meanest meme, it said: “she’s like a penny, two faced and worthless.” I realized that there are people who have said that about me. If not those words, at least words that questioned my worth. And then, one day, I looked in the mirror and realized that I am worth every bit of the blood of Christ that was spilled on that cross. That every bit of dirt that sits at the base of the cross is a little of my pain, fear, past, present and future that JUNK that I will not be carrying with me. That at the base of that cross, among the junk are bits of me.
And sometimes, we need to remember that before we walk into church thinking we are saved and sanctified. Grace be upon us all.