I keep getting glimpses of this girl…she looks so familiar yet so foreign all at the same time. This girl is a much younger version of me…she is me…or rather a shell of me. I recognize her, and I remember the instances and the pain and for a very brief second, I feel the shame. The shame only lasts a second now because I know that Jesus shamed shame on the cross. This girl I see isn’t me…she is a very lost and confused version of me. I ran for so many years…running away from pain and hurts all while creating more pain and hurts. I hate that I wasted so much of my life. I wonder how it would have turned out if I had only known the Truth. I know that God uses all harm together for good for those that are called according to His purpose, so those years truly were not a waste. They taught me empathy for others. They taught me not to judge. They taught me that we are all victims of something. Ultimately, they taught me my worth. They taught me not to settle for less than my worth. They taught me that I am the daughter of God…I am cherished, adored and loved.
I am very comfortable in my skin today, and I love who God made me to be. I love living in the truth of who I am. There is such a peace and freedom that marks your life when you realize that God is perfect, and He made you perfectly. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says or thinks. Who are they to question God’s masterpiece?
I won’t forget about this girl I see glimpses of – I’ll always recall her when I see others struggling and walking down the same path. May God always give me eyes to see and a heart to nudge other women with the truth so they will also know that they are a perfect masterpiece – loved, cherished and adored!!