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
**photo by stock.XCHNG













