As I sit in my living room in the soft glow of white lights on the Christmas tree, my five-month-old is asleep on one side of me and my Westie, Maestro, is snuggled on the other. In this peaceful moment I find myself analyzing my tree. It is decorated with silver and crystal objects that make it glisten and glimmer in beauty. There are also ornaments that have sentimental value to us from our travels or special occasions. Some of these, however, aren’t as “beautiful” in their appearance as are their more aesthetic counterparts.
Patrick and I both are very sentimental people, though he is far more so than I am. I remember his wanting to keep our first tube of toothpaste we shared after getting married. I can still picture him standing in the doorway of our apartment bathroom holding up an empty squeezed Crest tube, saying, “Shouldn’t we keep this?”
What makes something truly valuable? Is it the price tag? Is it the quality? Or is it simply how important it is to the owner? Scripture assures me that I am “a people for God’s own possession” (1 Peter 2:9). He is my Owner. I have been purchased through His Son’s blood and I am valuable to Him. In a society where emphasis is placed on having self-worth, I realize my servanthood under Christ’s authority is the only place I can claim any worth at all. It is why I am valuable.
Those old ornaments are special to me not because of their outward appearance, but because, at some point, I chose them. How blessed I am that before the foundation of the world, He chose me.
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