What are cherries to me? Before today, absolutely nothing.
I’ve never been particularly keen on the taste, except for cherry-flavored candy maybe, and the seeds always kind of freaked me out. It’s the type of “snack” that I’d only eat after all of my other favorites were done, if even then.
Needless to say, I never really thought about them past placing one in my mouth.
Lately, however, the tiny thing has etched it’s way into my mind in the most peculiar way.
The otherwise irrelevant fruit was featured in a recent conversation I had with one of my friends.
We were chatting about prophesying over the lives of other people.
Don’t freak out newbies, this is just the New Testament term for being led by the Holy Spirit (aka God) to speak words of encouragement, comfort, and love over the lives of other people (read more here, 1 Corinthians 14: 1-4). The purpose of this is to remind them of how the Creator sees them, the fullness that He envisions for their lives, and most of all, disperse hope into their dark areas. Believe it or not, this has become such a radical concept, as we live in a world where most of the words spoken to us are overly critical, void of empathy, and sometimes drained of all hope; dead-end statements meant to destroy, not build us up.
Sometimes it helps to know that we were created to be so much more than what the world says we are. We were, in fact, deliberately written into time by the Author of the Universe as part of this story we call life….
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
I prodded him to speak something like that over my life, half jokingly, but also seriously because part of me needed it at that particular moment. After nervously (bless him) agreeing, he said a quick prayer, asking God for insight into what he should share with me. To my surprise, the first thing he said was,
“I’m just thinking of cherries…. like cherry pie. Does that mean anything to you?”
Of course it didn’t, but I told him that my favorite color was that of the cherry’s exterior.
“I think about a cherry pie…..you can’t really see what’s inside it until you lift up the top and then you see what treasure is underneath. And that’s what God sees.”
Now that caught my attention.
I thought, treasure? Really?
I donned a half-cocked, slightly perplexed smile, but on the inside, my heart was solemn. Those words came at a moment when I struggled with feeling both overlooked and undervalued by those around me. It was one of those weeks. You know the ones where it feels like you just don’t belong?
I felt like a square peg in a world of round holes; it was a stark reminder of how difficult forming genuine, lasting connections with others can be.
I feared superficiality, and worried that people would only ever glance at the surface, moving on before they encountered the real me, instead of who their eyes say I am.
So you see, the accuracy and timing of the pie analogy was almost breathtaking. After all, I was only partially serious when I made that impromptu request of my friend, I really didn’t expect much to come out of it. Yet, it was so unique to my current situation that there was no denying it came straight from the Father’s heart. While I saw myself as everything but, God was reaffirming me with treasure; definitely not the word I would have chosen at that particular moment. But the reminder that He sees me in that way, was like a jolt of electricity to my downcast heart. It was a resuscitating truth.
And it’s not exclusive to me, it’s for others as well, because hard moments make it easy to forget that we are not defined by the opinions of the people around us. There isn’t a single person on this planet who has the right to decide your inherent value.
Let me rephrase, in case you didn’t catch that….
They. Do. Not. Get. To. Determine. Your. Worth.
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
I’ve shared this unexpected exchange because it reminded me that God sees beauty in the things that the world disregards, or takes for granted. Think about it, Jesus faced rejection at almost every point in His life, but it never changed how the Father saw or loved Him.
I know with every fibre of my being that there is someone out there who has allowed the world to make them feel small, and insignificant. But know this, my friend, it doesn’t matter how people perceive you outwardly, there are diamonds and pearls in you worth discovering. What’s inside might be hidden or unrecognizable now, but the fact that breath still flows through your lungs proves that there is potential for your treasure to be further developed and ultimately used for a greater purpose.
You may even adorn the world with it someday, leaving em’ shook!
It’s funny how a completely random thing which formerly had no significance to your life, can become meaningful in just a matter of seconds.
Cherry pie…. cherries.
Even as I write, I think of all the ways it is remotely relevant to my life; the deep, velvety red of it’s skin is bold, yet dark, mysterious, and alluring….. it pulls me in.
Thanks for reading Xxx