I kept turning the gemstone over and over in my hand. My phones had been ringing off the hook, my email was pinging at me for an answer and I had a knock on the office door. So many wanted attention. What could I possibly give any of them? Inwardly I pressed down the desire to run away. One by one I began to address each, never letting go of the gem in my hand. It was a promise I needed to hold onto.
The busyness eventually settled down and I could be alone again. I picked up the gem looking at all its facets. It felt solid in my hand and I loved how it refracted light. I sighed at the peace it brought me. To know this is exactly how my Father sees me; a treasure and precious gem. Even in the middle of feeling like I have nothing to offer, He sees my beauty and keeps asking me to share it with others.