I've always loved this picture. This baby was born 7 weeks premature (I was actually 8 weeks early myself), and yet here he is. He's alive and safe in capable hands.
My spirit has been wounded recently. I'm exhausted, both physically, and emotionally. I've felt more alone than I have in many years. Yet, I know I'm never really alone. The God of the universe is always holding me. So today I choose to be still, and know...
I am safe. I am loved. I am provided for. I am protected. I am on purpose. I am designed. I am worthy. I am secure. I belong. I fit in. I'm held. I'm treasured. I'm valued. I'm needed. I'm whole. And most importantly, I am already home.
I hope someone else benefits from this reminder today!
2 comments:
Mandy, I know how you feel. That was so cool . Thanks..Aunt Gail
Mandy,
I SO know what you mean....Brilliant. You always know just how to put things into perspective.
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