All book reviewers know how precious advanced copies of much-anticipated books are to their owners. A Light on the Hill was (and still is) precious to me. So, what I’m about to share is both heartbreaking and beautiful.
I had a little accident while reading A Light on the Hill. I tripped over my own two feet while carrying a cup of cocoa in one hand and the book in the other. As I struggled to maintain my balance, the book and cocoa slipped from my hands, the cocoa pooling in a big ugly stain on the floor and my brand new copy of A Light on the Hill falling in its depths. My heart was broken. I was angry with myself. I felt clumsy. I was disgusted by my actions and mentally berated myself for all the negative qualities that I possess. I am clumsy. Sometimes I trip. Sometimes I fall. So, why was I walking with a precious book while carrying coffee? Honestly, I was being very unkind to myself.
With tears in my eyes I picked this book up and I tried to dry it off while I mouthed off that I would buy myself a new copy. And a slight whisper reached my soul. “Moriyah’s worth was not determined by the scar on her face. Your worth is not determined by feet that stumble. I love you. You are mine.”
The message has stayed with me. I am loved. God loves me. He doesn’t see a stumbling fool who trips over her own two feet on a clean floor with nothing obstructing her path. He sees a child that He died for. He sees me. The real me. So, I will keep this stained book—a reminder of the lesson I learned. So the next time I feel unlovable, I will remember His voice and the fact that He used this book to show me how much He values me.