"I should never have existed; my life has been an inconvenience from the beginning and remains one now."
How it sounds in your head: You're approaching or past menopause, your kids are gone, and you're wondering what the point ever was. If you're honest, you've felt like an inconvenience your whole life—to your parents, your spouse, maybe even your own children. You apologize for needing anything, shrink to take up less space, and secretly wonder if the world would just run smoother without you in it.
"For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them."
-- Ephesians 2:10Religious and cultural lie that worth equals usefulness, combined with the enemy's ultimate goal: to convince God's beloved that her existence is a mistake so she'll erase herself.
You've been told—subtly or directly—that you're 'too much' or 'too needy' or 'too complicated.' Your presence has been treated as optional, your needs as burdensome, your voice as interruption. The evidence feels overwhelming.
Crippled as a child, hidden away, living in Lo Debar (the place of 'no pasture'—barrenness), convinced he was forgotten, calling himself a 'dead dog,' expecting nothing. David SOUGHT him, RESTORED him, gave him a permanent place at the king's table, and returned ALL the land of Saul—royalty and wealth RESTORED to the one who called himself worthless, INSTANTLY.
I REFUSE the lie that I should not exist or that my life is an inconvenience. IT IS WRITTEN that I am God's WORKMANSHIP, His masterpiece, created in Christ Jesus for good works He prepared BEFOREHAND. I am not a mistake; I am a MISSION. I am not tolerated; I am AUTHORED. IT IS WRITTEN in Psalm 139:14 that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and God's works are WONDERFUL. I stand in the BARAK blessing—blessed in the city and field, above only and not beneath. My existence is not an inconvenience to Heaven; it's the ANSWER Heaven sent. I BELONG here because God PUT me here.
The Father created you as His workmanship—His poem, His art, His glory made visible—and prepared works in ADVANCE that only YOU can walk in. While you've been hiding in Lo Debar thinking you're a dead dog, He's been setting a place for you at the King's table, running toward you with restoration, shouting 'You BELONG here because I MADE you for here.'