Worth it.

I’m spending the weekend in Portland, and there is a plethora of quaint stores, boutiques, and coffee shops. But last night we visited what is definitely one of the most commemorative coffee shops I have ever spent time in. They had incredible coffee, but that was not the climax. This particular shop was connected to a hotel lobby. We ascended the stairs to a loft area with stools, a bookshelf, a mac computer (of course), and a huge chest of drawers that took up most of the wall. This huge piece of furniture with around thirty or forty drawers was filled with hundreds of notes. People have written varying things on small pieces of paper. Some are random drawings, abstract art, confessions, loves notes, and doodles. We spent close to an hour pulling open random drawers and examining their sacred contents. The subjects ranged from humorous, to perverted, to absolutely depressing. Out of the many notes that I read last night, one in particular stood out to me. Like most of the notes I looked at, it was anonymous. All it said was,
“I want to be worth it. The sad thing is, I never will.”

I never thought that a four-by-six piece of paper would affect me so much. My heart broke for this unidentified person. I would give almost anything to be able to find them and tell them that they ARE worth it. Not because of anything that they have or have not done, but because of the Grace that has been offered them.
It made me realize how fortunate I am to have not only been given this grace, but to be in a place where I can openly accept it. I have a fresh desire to bring a Love to the rest of the world that is not related to the world's definition of the word.