Ran across this story from Zig Ziglar, it brought several things to my mind:
Long ago in Hawaii, the price for a father to give his daughter as a bride was measured in cows. There was a father who had two daughters â€“ the younger one was beautiful; the older one was plain. A young man came and offered ten cows â€“ an unheard of price â€“ not for the beautiful, younger daughter as one would expect, but for the plain, older daughter. The villagers were in a state of shock â€“ surely this young man was crazy!
As also was the custom, the honeymoon lasted two years (woo hoo, can you imagine?)… at the end of that time, the couple was to return to the village. A lookout saw the couple approaching, ran to the other villagers, and told them that the young man had returned â€“ but he was with a different wife. As the couple drew nearer to the village, the people saw that the lookout was wrong. The wife was really the older daughter â€“ but there was something different about her (no plastic surgery in those days) and the way she carried herself â€“ it was just that she had become a ten-cow wife. She had come to believe that she was worth ten cows because someone else believed that she was worth it.
Surround yourself with people who see the cows. Pretty soon you will be seeing them too.
Even better news is that each of us are worth a lot more than ten cows. We are worth the life of the Son of God, who gave Himself for each one of us. I am so glad He saw so many cows.