I was stressed this morning. So, I climbed into my bed, and while I lay there with a Chihuahua curled up by my head, I realized that I'm tired quite often.
I think it's because I have a strong desire, something probably hardwired into me, to save the world. Well, not the world, exactly, but people. People who don't think they need saving. People who are struggling through life, just like I am.
Maybe my world is small, but I will defend it fiercely. Because my world is made of people, and people are worth it. Worth my time and energy and slowly-falling-apart heart. They're worth all those things to Jesus. Worth His effort and pain, His position, even His life. They're worth it, period.
So, I try. I text someone, message someone, invite them somewhere they probably can't go, just so they know I'm thinking of them. I try to tell my world of people that they're worth it. Worth it to me, worth it to Jesus. Worth it, period.
Obviously I can't save everyone in my world, even if it is small. But I can remind someone that they matter, matter to me, and matter in the world.
That's the extent of my abilities.
I want to save each person I love; from themself, from their fears, their circumstances, their past and their future.
However, I can't save people, not really.
But maybe I can give them the confidence, remind them that they are worth the effort of saving themselves.
Because you are.
From the core of a heart that will never not be breaking for someone,
~Dolly
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