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Validation

"She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare with her." Proverbs 3:15

I took this verse completely out of context but I love it all the same. Solomon is speaking of wisdom here, but when I think of something being equated to the beauty of rubies, I think of how God looks at us; specifically us women. So often I look to everything everywhere before I look to God. I look to social trends, what is or isn't accepted. I look to my husband or others in my church. I look to those that have the same college degree as me, live similar, or think the same. I compare, fret, envy. I become insecure because there is always, ALWAYS, someone better. Rarely do I look to God for validation.

I kept myself up one night asking why I look everywhere but to the One who created me to find my security; my validity in who I am. Psalm 139:13 says, "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." He created me knowing me far more intimately than I know myself yet I look to and compare myself to everyone else but the standard He has set before me to find validation.

I have learned over the past few years that my validity does NOT rest in my relationships with others. People will fail me. It's inevitable. For so long, too long, I looked to others to fulfill me and if they couldn't I questioned my very being. They failed me and hurt me not intentionally but because we are all human. I tried to find rest in relationships in everyone but in He who created and designed the very community He designed. I had someone ask me once how I am so confident in my friendships. I scoffed at the question knowing deep down I was as insecure as the next gal but played it off taking the compliment and puffing up the feathers of my ego if only for a moment. It wasn't until God threw me into the trenches of relationships and throngs of disappointment, conflict, and demise did I realize that I had security because I am secure in Him NOT in my relationships.

My validity comes from Him and Him alone. At least it should. I cannot be secure in my marriage, relationships with my sons, family, and friends until I am completely secure in Him. He is my measuring rod. Proverbs 3:16-18 continues speaking of wisdom saying this, "Long life is her (wisdom) right hand; in her left hand are riches and honor. Her ways are pleasant ways, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her; those who hold her fast will be blessed." I want that type of wisdom. I want to rest in His validation of who I am in Christ my redeemer. People will fail. Relationships get messy. But, God, He remains steadfast.

Love & Blessings,
Megan

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