I joined a community group at my church this year. We gather on Sunday afternoons to read the Word, discuss the sermon, ask questions, and chase after the Lord together. We think and ponder and eat and laugh and share life, and it’s been an incredible blessing.
But the truth is this: often, I sit on the couch and am silent.
I’m only twenty-one, a college student trying to figure herself out and find her place in the world.
And when I sit in the circle of adults – people with marriages and mortgages, children and careers, real grown-ups living in the real world – it’s all too easy to believe that I don’t have anything to say.
That I am just a college student. That I am just so much younger, and have so much less experience, and therefore have nothing to offer.
When did I start to believe that my words don’t have weight? When did I start to silence myself? When did I begin to take away my own value?
I am not just a college student. I am not just a twenty-one-year-old. I am not just a girl.
And whatever you are – you are not just that.
You are not just a college student, just a single girl, just a businesswoman, just an artist, just an employee, just a wife, just a mom, just a blogger, just a teacher. You are not “just” anything.
Because our God is not just a part-time God. He doesn’t just give wisdom and truth to the people on this side of the pews and then clock out for His lunch break. He doesn’t just love on the people that have it all together. Our God is all-in, hands-on, and He created your life to be a thing of beauty. Whatever path you are walking on right now, He meant for you to be there and this experience is from Him.
You are a woman, made in His image. He put strength in your bones and courage in your heart and love in your hands and words on your lips, and I want you to speak them. I want to hear them.
Your words matter. Don’t discredit your experience because you’re too young, or because you’re a stay-at-home mom, or a working mom, or because you’re single, or because only five people read your blog, or because your testimony looks different, or because of anything.
Your words matter. Your experience matters. Your story matters. Your thoughts matter. You matter.
We’re in different places, you and me. I’m a college student, but above all I’m His daughter, and you are too. And I’m tired of believing that I am “just.” That I am less-than. That I have nothing to offer. Because I have something to offer, and it is but little, yet He has blessed me beyond abundance.
So tell me your story. Tell me the story He’s writing on your heart. Tell me about the beautiful and the broken. Tell me where you’ve been and where He’s taking you. Tell me about your experience and I’ll tell you about mine. They’re different, and we’re different, and we’re in different places. But His image is big enough for both of us to reflect, and whatever you are, you are His.
And there is no such thing as being “just” a daughter of the King.