Several weeks ago I asked you what women want. Security received the majority of votes. Next in line—significance.Significance.
My confessed Holy Grail.Flip it and you get the big lie. You know, the one that whispers at your weakest moments “You don’t matter.”
Pretty confident we’ve all heard that one a time or two.The best way to fight off that whisper stab is to discern what realistically and truthfully attributes to our worth. By weeding out distractions and not allowing ourselves to be misled by validation holograms we position ourselves to better understand our place here.
What’s a validation hologram?Anything that fools us into thinking our time on earth is all about us. Anything that fuels our sense of pride.
Anything. (Youch, I know I felt it too.)Our natural inclination is to achieve significance by filling ourselves up—gorging on success, momentary highs, affirmation or popularity. However, acting inversely and counter intuitively by pouring out—serving, giving, guiding, leading courageously, and encouraging, we end up making boku deposits in our bank of significance.
These acts of love can never be taken back. Just as the opposite holds true.Here’s a crazy thought: What if our words and actions trigger a butterfly effect through time? What if our investment in someone years ago still impacts that person in ways we’ll never know? What if the sacrificial kindness we bestowed upon a stranger back in 1985 inspired that young woman to incite incredible change in Africa? What if…
I’m thinking of Max Lucado’s memorable character Punchinello. I’m thinking of a children’s book about filling buckets and Bible verses. I’m thinking about all the simple messages that communicate what I’m trying to today—this path of life stuff I still wrestle with and care to explore further.
What reminds you of your significance here?*Literary agent, Chip MacGregor shares some profound words about significance in this post
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