I Can

I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.” -Philippians 4:13 (NASB)

Love is in the air. It happens about this time every year. Little bears with hearts, balloons, and flowers appear and are bought en masse in the name of love. The sheer number of greeting cards has probably taken down a small forest of trees. We just recently celebrated this sweet holiday, yes, Valentine’s Day. That’s the one. Leading up to the big day, February 14, cupids from the age of 4 to 84 are prepared to let loose of a few dollars to shoot an arrow toward a special person in their life. I’ve never really thought too deeply about it before, but this year I did.

As I walked inside stores on various errands, I noticed there was a whole aisle, sometimes two or three aisles, of candy and gifts waiting to be purchased. Each one of these gifts could represent to the recipient that they are loved. I imagined the various types of chocolates encased in heart-shaped boxes jumping up and down saying, “Pick me, pick me.” I mean, think how awful it must be for the boxes that are left behind after the big day. They are shoved into a cart or on some table with a reduced-priced sign. Same candy, but the value went down significantly when the clock struck midnight.As a wife, I have received my share of Valentine’s Day gifts, and I’m certainly not knocking it. I think it’s one of the perks I like about being a woman. Say what you like, God created me as a woman and I’m pleased with that. I like that I can choose between high heels and sneakers. I like that I can wear long flowing dresses, shimmering sequins and jeans, all at the same time if I want to. I like to see doors being held open for women as a common courtesy, sometimes by perfect strangers just being gentlemen, and sometimes by pint-sized gentlemen-in-training. And yes, I love that we women are the ones that get to birth baby boys that can grow up to be these gentlemen. It is such a gift. Men may have a seed, but without woman, procreation would only be a thought.

Ladies, we are powerful. But know this — our worth is not determined by a Valentine’s Day gift. Our worth is in the gifts we have received from God.

Our differences don’t make us less than, they make us valuable. That’s why the price is higher for an artist’s original one-of-a-kind painting, than for each of the unlimited number of copies. We are all unique, with God-given talents. Let’s celebrate us. Both our courage and our compassion serve the world. How amazing and creative is our God to come up with this? No matter how life has treated us, God never meant for us to be relegated to a second-class existence. No, He has a plan for our lives. One day I realized this myself. God has given me the ability to string sentences together. He’s given me life experiences. And he’s given me a dream to write a book. I shelved that dream for years. I never believed I could do it with all the responsibilities I had. I didn’t believe I could write as good as someone else. The truth is I can’t write like someone else, but I can write like me. I am good enough. I can. I will.

Don’t listen to the negative voice that’s holding you back from accomplishing your dream. You don’t have do it like someone else. God created you. You have gifts and talents. You can do it. You are good enough.

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Cassandra Woods is an inspirational writer and speaker who has seen God’s word become real in her own life. She finds great joy in sharing God’s love with other women and encouraging them to develop an intimate relationship with God. Cassandra is married to Christopher and is the mother of a teenager and three young adults. To read more about her, click here.

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