Daughter, you are magnificant!
I don’t believe you.
Daughter, you are beautiful!
I have wide hips and a pimple the size of a volcano on my face.
Daughter, you are victorious!
I have anxiety.
Daughter, I adore you!
What is there to adore?
I don’t want you to carry these burdens. Would you give them to me?
I deserve them.
What are you afraid of?
Intimacy. I’m afraid you will see me and reject me.
Daughter, I gave my son for YOU! I will NEVER leave you or forsake you. Don’t you see you are the splendor of my creation. I created you exactly how I wanted you. Let me into your heart. Just let go!
Ok Lord, I will trust you.
I’m sick of telling the God of the universe who I am. I’m sick of seeing myself with my eyes. Creator God calls me beautiful, so that means reguardless of how my make up or hair is done, I am beautiful! My Abba Father wants me, not part of me, but everything I am. I am wanted. I am loved. I am forgiven. Not because of anything I could have ever done, but because of the amazing grace of my Savior and King!
