Your Worth

 

 “Sometimes the hardest part of the journey is believing you’re worthy of the trip.” – Glenn Beck

We all attach a value, a worth, a price to ourselves. What costing method have you used to come up with yours? Who has influenced your worth and can they be trusted to have given you an accurate value?

Today I’m sharing a poem that had me thinking about what I consider my value and how I have come up with that value. . .and yes, I’m recalibrating.

Never Trust A Mirror by Erin Hanson

Never trust a mirror,

For the mirror always lies,

It makes you think that all your worth,

Can be seen from the outside.

Never trust a mirror,

It only shows you skin deep,

You can’t see how your eyelids flutter,

When you’re drifting off to sleep,

It doesn’t show you what he sees,

When you’re only being you,

Or how your eyes just light up,

When you’re loving what you do,

It doesn’t capture when you’re smiling,

Where no one else can see,

And your reflection cannot tell you,

Everything you mean to me,

Never trust a mirror,

For it only shows your skin,

And if you think it dictates your worth,

It’s time you looked within.

https://www.thehealingpoems.com/poem/never-trust-a-mirror

This weekend, test your costing structures and see if they calculate your true worth. If not, look within for your true worth. And if you have to ask others, ask only those who truly love and esteem you for who you are.

“If you don’t know your own value, somebody will tell you your value, and it’ll be less than you’re worth.” ~Bernard Hopkins

Comments

  1. BTONovember 26, 2021 at 2:58 PM

    Powerful poem! Grateful that God sees me for who I really am. He's all the mirror I need. He can also see the ugly I try to cover up with stuff on the outside and He bids me come to be healed and made truly beautiful.

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  2. Kevin OderoNovember 29, 2021 at 10:21 AM

    Wow! Such a powerful poem.

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