Would it be too much to assume that everyone at one time or another in their life has felt unworthy of God’s love? I sure have.
When I was a young girl, my family moved from a small town to a big city. I felt shy and out of place, my clothes weren’t the right style for my new school, my hair never cooperated with the hairbrush or the curlers, and I worried about belonging in a group of friends. Lots of people go through similar struggles with confidence.
Fortunately, my grandfather helped me feel good about myself. Pop, as we called my grandfather, was a Christian Scientist and a community leader in the city where he lived with my grandmother, about a four-hour drive from our home. He successfully owned and ran his own businesses. When we saw each other, Pop would make me smile by telling me how beautiful I was and then insist that God loved me.
