A Meditation in Two Voices
In the marketplace of the world, my worth is weighed and measured.
They hold scales made of silver and glass,
and they place upon them the coins of my achievements,
the feathers of my beauty,
the papers of my credentials,
the applause of strangers.
Each day the weight shifts.
Some days I rise.
Some days I fall.
And I am told my value changes with the wind.
They say I am worth more when my hands are full —
full of work, full of trophies, full of followers.
They say I am worth less when I stumble,
less when I falter,
less when I dare to rest.
They remind me that I must keep building my tower of worth,
brick upon brick,
or risk being forgotten in the dust.
This is the voice of the ego —
loud, urgent, insistent —
telling me that worth is fragile,
conditional,
and always just one more effort away.
But there is another Voice.
It does not shout;
it waits.
It does not measure;
it knows.
It speaks not in the marketplace, but in the quiet space
between my thoughts.
And when I am still enough,
it says:
“Your worth is established by God.
Nothing you do,
nothing you make,
nothing you destroy,
can alter it by even the width of a breath.
You are as I created you —
whole, holy, and without lack.
You were worthy in the first moment of your creation,
and you remain worthy now,
untouched by the world’s verdict.”
In this Voice, there is no rise or fall.
No climbing of ladders.
No falling from grace.
For grace is not a place —
it is what you are.
It is here I learn:
I cannot earn my worth any more than the sun can earn its light.
The sun shines because it is the sun.
And I am worthy because I am the Son —
a Child of God,
a thought in His Mind,
forever held in His perfect love.
The world may see my worth as a fragile thread.
But Heaven knows it as an eternal cord,
woven from the substance of God Himself.
This cord cannot fray,
cannot tangle,
cannot be cut.
And so, when I ask, “What is my worth?”
I will remember to whom I am speaking.
If I ask the world,
it will hand me a mirror of shifting images,
and I will chase them until my feet are sore.
If I ask the Holy Spirit,
He will hand me a mirror that reflects only Light,
and I will see myself as I was always meant to be.
In the world, my worth can be questioned.
In Spirit, my worth is the answer.
And it is always the same:
I am as God created me.
I am enough.
I am His beloved.
robert@dinojamesbooks.com