Her words cut through my heart. There was such beauty there in the room. They were showing me where they are vulnerable. They want to be loved. I can relate.
I looked around my family room and saw a half dozen faces of young people. College. Post-college. This is not an uncommon view from my spot on the couch. We love them, my husband and I. They love our children and fill our home with life and energy and eyes dancing with eagerness.
I asked them the question I am always baffled by. Why do you like coming here? What do you get out of spending time with our crazy family circus?
“It’s honest here.”
“We are welcomed; accepted.”
“We don’t have to be our best; we can let our guards down.”
And then it was her turn. She has no idea how beautiful she is. Her purity of spirit shows through. She is honest and vulnerable and stunning.
Her voice, quiet and true said, “We are little college students, but we matter to you.”
I looked down at the journal I had been taking notes in. The pen in my hand froze between my fingers. I heard my heart pound in my ears. My gut felt like it had been punched, not by a fist but by words that were true and meaningful and struck a chord in me.
Because you do. You matter. Not just to us, but you matter in life.
I know it doesn’t feel that way. The world tells you that you are not enough. That you count for nothing. That you don’t know who you are. That you have not accomplished enough. That you are not worth the time someone would spend on loving you.
The world lies.
You are infinitely valuable. Each and every one of you.