My tractor
Losing the farm I grew up on, a super sad moment was the farm sale in our front yard. The big old Minneapolis-Moline tractor with only a few patches of bright yellow left sold for $100.00! Impossible! It was worth so much more. I’d spent hours on it in hay fields. It was my friend. How could the auctioneer and buyer not see its worth?
What are you worth? Employers put a price tag on employees. Bride price, slavery, modeling, athletic prowess, humans still ‘price’ other humans. Friends, God does not see you like the purchaser of my favorite tractor. He sees your value and potential so sky high that He gave His son so that you could be His child.