I watched a documentary today about a social group. The type of group really doesn’t matter, but the documentary showed me that all of us in our journey seem to be seeking the knowledge that we are loved in some way and that we are worth something somehow. It doesn’t matter what gender, race, religion, etc. We all want to feel that way because we want to know that our life matters somehow.
I totally understand why Black Lives Matter exists. As a woman who is half white and half Hispanic my best explanation is that movement exist because black lives are the lives at this time in history that are being treated like they don’t matter, and they have been treated that way for the longest time and it needs to change. Other people’s lives aren’t being treated that way so there’s no reason to exclaim that those lives matter. However, so many people don’t understand because they feel like they don’t matter. When they hear about this movement, it gives them a chance to express all the anger and fear they have about the insecurities about their own lives by shouting that all lives matter. It’s sad that we are so selfish and insecure that we can’t see past our own insecurities to see the injustices in the world.
I understand wanting to turn to something or someone to feel love and worth. The only problem is that we are all imperfect. There’s no one who can love me that isn’t going to let me down. There’s no one who can say I am worth something that is going to make me feel bad about myself one day. No one can be perfect for me. No one can make my life meaningful. No one person, but God can. God’s love for me is perfect. No matter what happens He will not abandon me. His Grace means that He loves me perfectly forever as I am no matter what I do or become. His love is going to connect me to the rest of humanity not just in this moment but eternally and that love is what makes my life meaningful. Some how I am going to live forever because of His love for me. I don’t know exactly how or why, but I don’t need to know because I have faith. That means more to me that anything that anyone could ever give to me.
So, I guess what I am saying is that the emptiness that we all have inside… that thing we seek to fill inside of our heart to feel complete isn’t something that can be fulfilled alone by my brothers and sisters in Christ, only God can give me the love and faith that can sustain me throughout my life and into eternity. I have faith in that.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
