Knowing You’re God’s Masterpiece


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“A sacrifice to be real must cost, must hurt, and must empty ourselves. Give yourself fully to God. He will use you to accomplish great things on the condition that you believe much more in his love than in your weakness.” —Saint Teresa of Calcutta

After the tears finally stopped flowing, I scooped him up in my lap and looked him straight in the eyes. “You are wonderfully made,” I tell him. “You think Mommy loves you? God loves you so much more. You are His masterpiece.”

It was only a small incident at school that set off my son’s meltdown. He was having trouble with personal space, as active five-year-old boys tend to do. But when he saw me, he melted into the tears of one grieved by a great failure, insisting he was bad. My heart broke as I saw shame in those heavily lashed chestnut eyes.

We talked a few minutes and he accepted the consequence of no technology with a, “yep, I deserved that” nod. He turned to go but I returned his gaze to me and said, “Now what are you to God?” He fidgeted and squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable in my arms. “No, I’m not a masterpiece,” he insisted. Finally, he conceded, repeated what he knew he should have said and ran off to play.

Left alone in the silence, I felt raw and exposed. I want to shelter him from the years I have spent shrouded in guilt and doubt. I want him to be firmly established in who God is and who he is as His child. Only a few years old, the world is already teaching him the same lessons it taught me: You are too weak to be good; You’re not enough; You’re not worthy. Were these tears that stung my eyes for him—or for me?

I devour the stories I read with my kids about God’s “never stopping, never giving up, unbreaking, always and forever love,” which are so different than the King James Bible I read as a child. I tell them about grace and love, trying to focus more on the motive than the behavior. But each time I tell them these things, I am telling myself. I have to preach grace to myself every day. Because my own weakness is all I have believed in for so very long.

I could blame it on the heavily rule-oriented purity culture of my youth or the stories that focused more on our own depravity than on God’s goodness. But, as I see in the eyes of my little boy, no matter how much God’s love is drilled into us, we so naturally believe in our inherent badness.

In college I wept the first time a small group leader told me that there is no condemnation for us in Jesus. I wept for the years I didn’t know this truth, for the pain of running I could have been spared if I really understood that He’d welcome me back home. If I am honest I first felt drawn to ministry because I wanted to gain God’s approval, so my service would earn me the gold stars that would add up to being good enough in the eyes of my Father.

When I used to read the stories of sacrifice, the people of faith we place on the pedestals of “worthy” and “usable,” I knew I could never measure up to that level of faith. I saw Abraham and Moses on par with Amy Carmichael, Mother Teresa and Jim Elliot. They must please God with their sacrifice because it is so great. Mine is so small and can’t possibly measure up, I thought.

I see it everywhere I look now—God accomplishing great things in people because they believe in His love, not because they are trying to earn it. It’s in the sister that pours out love on her foster daughter who has seen more trauma in her young life than any child should. She is frazzled and doesn’t know if anything she is doing matters in the midst of all the meltdowns, but she empties herself and loves anyway. It’s in the mother who doesn’t feel well herself, but spends her entire free evening driving to the hospital to pray for a friend who is sick, giving up her own needed rest to love another. It’s in the friend who gives because she loves even though her family has been without an income for months.

Sacrifice isn’t measured in size or distance. Sacrifice is measured in how much we take our eyes off of self, in letting ourselves see the need and not the reward. No matter how much I know this to be true, getting this truth to my heart and the way I live every day is a different matter. Believing in God’s love more than in my own weakness is a reprogramming of everything I have believed about myself for over three decades.

So I keep teaching the kids about who God is and what the Lord has done, keep showing them how they are part of the great story of redemption. I keep telling them how loved they are, that nothing they can do will earn the love of God and that they can never be too far away to come back home. I’ll keep telling them … until I believe it.    

Nicole T Walters
I love to experience and to write about this messy, noisy, beautiful world and cultures not my own. Though my family’s roots run deep in the soil of the Southern United States I, along with my husband and our two little ones, am learning to love hot milk tea instead of sweet iced tea as we make our home in South Asia. I hope to help others create space to hear God’s voice in all the noise of life as I write about faith from a global perspective at A Voice in the Noise {}. I have authored essays in several books and my writing has appeared in places live CT Women, Relevant, and Ruminate. I am a regular contributor at here at SheLove, The Mudroom, and READY Publication and am a member of the Redbud Writers Guild.
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  1. I agree. This world and our enemy starts very young to tell us we are not enough. Not worthy or good enough. My son’s love language is words so I try to tell him at odd times that he is my perfectly good enough son. This started because like your son, he was doubting himself. Wondering if her was enough sometimes. At times I feel him smile and puff up a little, and at other times I see him look up in shock and say, really. I tell him yes, and then he smiles and puffs up. I wish we could all hear this and believe it, because God believes we are his perfectly good enough children.

  2. Alicia LaSocha says:

    I admire your ability to expose your weaknesses so that others may relate. I definitely have felt the same inadequacy….. I’m sure many others have, too! His Power is made perfect in our weakness! 😊

    • You are one of those people I look to and see sacrifice lived out in the every day, the way you guys pour yourselves out for others in our church is such an example to many, many of us! Thank you!

  3. This is so beautiful. I feel your heart pouring right through these words, Nicole.

  4. Your parenting is inspiring, Nicole! I love that you are laying the foundation of masterpiece in your son. How often do we all need those reminders? Thank you for this language – I want to start using it with my girls.

  5. Helen Burns Helene Burns says:

    What a stunning portrayal of love you share Nicole – your son is so very blessed to have you for his mother. It’s so very true that as we share the truth of how loved we are by God with others, the revelation grows deeper and deeper into our own hearts too.xo

  6. As mums, we crave a degree of orthodoxy in our children that is beyond our own — not so that they can check off all the boxes (like we tried to), but so that their hearts will know the peace and rest of “no condemnation.” It’s miraculous, really, how the truth sinks in to our own hearts as we say it and say it again to our kids. Thank you for saying all of this so beautifully.

    • I feel like I do it as a writer, too. Everything I write is me preaching to myself. I’m so glad it creates a space where others can go – “oh, me too!” and we know we aren’t alone. xoxo


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