You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous-how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me!
Psalm 139:13-18 NLT
I left the college talent show audition with my head down and walked across the crowded conference center. Not really wanting to see anyone I knew, I found a secluded patio and decided to lay low and nurse my wounds. I had never done well with rejection, especially when it involved my singing.
Trying to work through my feelings, I sat on one of the benches, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes. After a couple of minutes, I sighed heavily and opened my eyes. To my surprise, before me stood a short, white haired, senior adult woman.
“I’m sorry if I startled you,” she said with a British accent, “But I saw you sitting here and I just had to come and speak with you.”
“It’s ok,” I replied. “How can I help you?”
“Well,” she said, “I saw you and thought that I might be able to help you.”
“Me?” I asked. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“Well, I felt like God wanted me to tell you something.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “But do I know you from somewhere?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Ok. What is it?”
“You, young man, are unique and loved by God.”
“What?” I asked.
She smiled and repeated, “You are unique and loved by God. He has very special plans for you.”
“And God told you to tell me this?”
“Yes, He did.”
“Thank you very much.”
She smiled once again, turned slowly, and walked away. I tried to go back into my pity party, but realized that the words from that woman had encouraged me so that I could no longer feel sorry for myself.
That evening, while sitting with 1,500 other college students, I watched as that same lady was introduced as the main speaker for the evening. Slowly she walked to the front of the stage, looked slowly across the audience, and said, “I am here tonight to tell you something very important. You should never forget it. I believe that God wants me to share it with you. (pause) You are unique and loved by God.”
I have long since forgotten the name of the woman, but her words still remain with me. I think of them whenever I feel discouraged about who I am as a person. It’s true for me and it’s true for you as well.
You are unique and loved by God.
What talent show was this?
After my freshman year at Ridgecrest. The year we went together was after my sophomore year.
Great story, John! And thanks for passing on the words of encouragement!
Thanks, Gabrielle, for reading! You are always such a blessing to Kathy and I.
I like your blog. I needed to be reminded of this. I think God loves us all in a unique way too just like a father loves all his kids yet has a unique relationship with each one.
Thanks, Angie. You’re right, He does love us all uniquely. I hope that you’re doing well. Kathy and I talk of you often.