However, this morning I received a visitor in my office who had just learned of my cancer diagnosis. This wasn't somebody I don't normally see as this attorney occupies the office next to mine. We see each other in the office daily and have conversations and group lunches regularly as our office is like a family. We "almost" solve the worlds problems during our lunches together, lol! Howver, today's was a private conversation in my office which put a mark on my mind that will long outlast this illness. It was a life-lesson which I will truly value for the remainder of my life. I want to share it with you in the hopes it will also make a mark on you.
He said, "you're a $100 bill!" I paused from my work and raised my head to look at him as he sat down in the chair in front of my desk. I asked him what on earth he was talking about.
He took me on a journey through the life of a $100 bill. First, it's created on the drafting table, it's reviewed and revised until it's perfected. Then it is printed at the Federal Reserve. It goes to a bank. An everyday Joe takes his payroll check to a cashier and cashes it, being handed that $100 bill in the envelope.
Joe gives that $100 bill to his wife and she goes shopping. On her way inside the mall she's mugged and her money stolen. The criminal gets away and that $100 is now in his pocket.
To pay for his drug habit this criminal carries the $100 bill to the dark area of town and purchases the drugs he desires more than anything else.
The dealer takes the $100 and uses it to purchase the services of his favorite girl of the evening. During their little romp alcohol gets spilled on the nightstand and all over the bill. During the evening a cigarette falls out of the ashtray and singes the bill.
Stinking and burned the bill is then taken to the grocery store where she purchases food for the children she didn't plan to have and couldn't afford. The grocer takes the bill back to the bank in his nightly deposit.
The $100 bill had been through good things and bad. It was in good places and bad places. What was once crisp and new became worn, stinky and soiled. But no matter what it had been through or where it had been, it never lost its value, it was still worth $100.
The point then made was this;
No matter what we face in life, no matter what challenges we go through, God made us. Our value to him remains the same, it never diminishes. Just like the value of that $100 bill God still values me. (And you.)
When life brings us challenges that seem overwhelming or too big to win, remember you still have value to God. That value is the same consistent value as when he made you.
I've always been told that God won't allow anything to be put upon us which is to great for us to handle. I think he made me to be a brick house at this point.
I shall not question his plan nor his wisdom but will continuing knowing I have value in his eyes and that just as he always has, he will see me through this too!