Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:39 NIV
Chopped liver is never on the menu at our home. And neither is feeling like chopped liver.
We love burgers, tacos, ice cream, and mac and cheese. We plan our meals and enjoy the conversations we have while eating. And hugs and clean jokes are also plentiful in our small family of three.
The first time our young son heard the word liver, he was on his way to catch the school bus. He had hugged me and was on his way down the stairs when a voice from the back bedroom shouted, “Don’t I get a hug? What am I? Chopped liver?”
My son ran into the arms of his dad, and we all laughed. So, whenever someone feels slighted or left out in our family, we jokingly ask, “What am I? Chopped Liver?”
One morning, I pleaded with God to send someone to help me write a fiction book. After all, He had placed it on my heart to write. As a new author, I lacked many skills, and, to be honest, I didn’t know how to write fiction. But various names swirled through my head as I prayed, so I sat in silence, waiting to hear from the Lord.
Later, I again asked, “Lord, is there someone who can help me write this book?”
I listened intently. Finally, I heard the Spirit whisper, What am I? Chopped liver?
God and I had a laugh. Then, the heavenly Father sent writers my way to help me learn. I attended conferences and took a few online classes with experts.
As I write this, the book is almost finished. My son also advised me on many areas of the manuscript. We even won an award for the first ten pages.
What do you need help with? Ask God. He doesn’t think you are just chopped liver.
Father, I trust You. Therefore, I ask You to help me with anything I need. In Jesus’ name, amen.
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