My friend John reminded me of the following line from the song, "O, Holy Night:"
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.
and the soul felt its worth.
Not, "...and the soul felt its sin." Not, "and the soul felt its shame." (Though one can feel such things when one doesn't know how deeply he is loved.)
Rather, "...and the soul felt its worth."
By, "worth," we can never simply mean that we are useful to God. Rather, we must know that we are wildly desired, treasured, fought for.
Delighted in.
"...and the soul felt its worth."