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I still think about him. He didn’t leave my mind since last Wednesday, the last time I saw him.

Woody, as we all know, is the cowboy rag doll and the leader of the toys in the movie “Toy Story”. He constantly saves his kid from any misfortune and time has come that his main purpose evolved to saving his fellow toys from getting lost.

Almost quarter of a century after I first saw Toy Story, now with wrinkles and a full pledge adult, I came to understand why Woody’s life is my own, too.

Toys come alive whenever their kid plays with them, holds them, spends their lives with them. It is how they are seen that brings life and purpose to them.

Isn’t it the same to me all throughout the 25 years of my life?

I got in the university after I was seen worthy of a full scholarship. I held and quitted jobs because of how I had been seen. I went to romantic dinner invites and the question that always came to mind, “Does this person see me?” I created relationships and celebrated those because they have seen me. I lost relationships and never dared to look-back because of how I was seen – not worthy of their time, not worthy of their fight and risk, not worthy of their best effort. Because I know, I am. I worth it.

But why do we strive to be seen by our value? Now, I have an answer.

When we are seen by our value, our flaws can be readily overlooked.

No one is perfect and in any given point of weak times, we can fail and commit mistakes, but, if our value is seen, we are understood. When we are understood, we are valued. Just like a century old jar crafted by a well-known artist, the value outshines the scratches and chips. It still is worthy of a high price. Its value is rooted on its maker.

We all strive, we all long, we all hope and pray to be seen by our value. Because we are created with a value. And every finite detail of our being speaks of how we are gloriously created.

I still think about him. He didn’t leave my mind since last Wednesday, the last time I saw him. Because, finally, I have understood the value of being seen.
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May you be seen by your value. May you never forget your value. Because you are valuable. Because you are bought with a price. Because you are worth it. Because you are crafted, shaped and seen after the image and likeness of the great Creator.

#SecondChances

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Thank you, Lord, for I can move my fingers making me able to use the keyboard.
When at that time when I just got out of the operating room, I can not move my entire body, not even my toes.
Thank you, Lord, for I can stand on my back and making me able to take a bath myself.
When at that time during the recovery, due to a foot-length wound at my back, it was the hospital aid who had to turn my body and bathed me.
Thank You, Lord, for the gift of night shift work, for I am awake and can do things freely while the rest of the world is sleeping at my zone.
Thank You, Lord, for I will come back to home tired after a day filled of completed tasks, sometimes overwhelmingly difficult tasks to be completed in a day.
When at that time, I was waiting for call-back calls from employers that I applied to.
Thank You, Lord, for reminders from my mother who constantly bugged me with calls and messages to come home early and eat my meals on time. When others long for presence of parents in their daily lives.
Thank You, Lord, for this single life, for I have freedom to do things relying on my self – made decisions. When others missed to see the gifts of freedom and envy with misery those romantic couples.
Thank You, Lord, for Your presence in every single moment of my life.
I look back today and You, Oh Lord has never ever abandoned me. You walked me through the valley of near death, the uphill of great achievement, the downhill of rejections and failures, the curves of sinful life leading me to the narrow road of righteous life.
Thank You, Lord, for your company.
May I always recognize Your big hand holding my lithe fragile hand.
Amen.

Thank you for reading.

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