God told me years ago, “Don’t be so common with yourself that you forget how uncommon you are.” That word has been echoing in my spirit again lately. One of the greatest challenges I’ve faced in this last season is being treated like I was common — like what I carried didn’t matter. Yet even while being mishandled and misunderstood, I never forgot who I was. I never forgot whose I was.
The Bible says, “Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies” (Proverbs 31:10). That means she’s rare — not easily found, not easily duplicated, and not meant to be treated casually. When something is uncommon, it demands honor. Even Jesus Himself could do no mighty works in His own hometown because of familiarity. They knew Him as “the carpenter’s son” and missed the Christ within Him. Familiarity blinds people to greatness when it’s standing right in front of them.
But I’ve learned this — being undervalued doesn’t change your value. I know God is sending me a husband who won’t just see my potential but will recognize the work of God within me. A man who is financially stable, yes, but also spiritually mature enough to see that my worth is not measured by what’s in my bank account, but by the investment of heaven in my life.
When we overcome adversity, heaven celebrates our victory. The Word says, “There is rejoicing in heaven when one sinner repents.” (Luke 15:10). So imagine how heaven must celebrate when one son or daughter matures — when we grow up in God and start walking in the identity He’s been trying to reveal to us all along.
Romans 8:19 says, “The whole earth is groaning, waiting for the manifestation of the sons of God.” As a mother who has birthed four children, I know what that groaning feels like. The closer you get to the birthing, the stronger the pressure, the more intense the contractions, and the greater the anticipation of new life. Heaven groans the same way when you’re about to manifest the next version of who God created you to be. You are not breaking down — you are breaking through.
I’m so grateful. I wept this morning in deep honor to the Lord for giving me grace to grow up in Him. That’s a cry of gratitude only maturity can bring — when you realize that every rejection, every test, every moment of being overlooked was God’s training ground to make you strong, not bitter; wise, not wounded.
But as God sends us out, we must remember — we are foreigners and ambassadors of Christ, here on assignment. That means we can’t afford to let rejection, lack of followers, or moments of invisibility make us question our divine worth. Familiarity may try to make you shrink. People may try to make you common. But heaven sees you as chosen.
When the children of Israel stood on the edge of promise, they saw the land — but they also saw giants. They saw themselves as grasshoppers, and the Bible says, “and so did the people see them” (Numbers 13:33). How you see yourself determines how others see you. That’s why God is healing your self-image before He expands your influence. He’s enlarging your spirit before He enlarges your territory.
Joshua and Caleb looked at the same land but saw something different. Numbers 14:24 says, “But because My servant Caleb had a different spirit and followed Me fully, I will bring him into the land.” If you want to enter your promised place, you must think differently. Guard your heart from the spirit of familiarity — both in others and in yourself. Stop treating what God placed inside you like it’s ordinary.
You are not common. You are not replaceable. You are a divine original — handpicked, set apart, and heaven-approved.