Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget.

I don't mean just where my keys are (usually in the door), or my running jacket (somewhere running jackets usually don't live), or how to get to a friend's place somewhere in this city I live in (even after I've been there several times).

I mean sometimes I forget who I am. How far I've come. Who I've forgiven. How beautiful God made me (and others).

I forget that I am not who everyone told me I was when I was young. I'm not ugly. I'm not fat. I don't lack confidence and shy away from challenges.

I forget that I am able. I am fit. I make good choices and I love deeply.

I forget that I've overcome things that always seemed unbelievable to myself growing up or even just a year ago.

I forget that I'm a fighter, yet soft hearted inside.

I sometimes forget that I have intentionally created my life in most ways the way I want it to be. And ... that I love it (for the most part).

I forget that I have people that believe in me, that I'm not stupid or a failure.

I forget that I have the power to change my life like I've done many times before.

I forget that I can .... do anything I set my mind to.

I'm trying to remember.

I am beautiful. I am strong. I am more than able. I am a success. I am God's little girl.

One thing I love about being God's kid is that He is the perfect parent. He never punishes me inappropriately. He never tells me to stop crying because I'm fine. He never tells me 'sticks and stones ... blah, blah, blah'. He always listens, always hears, always loves and .... always remembers.

I'm working on remembering too.


Anonymous said...

I really needed to read this today. Thank you :)

Zoe said...

I remember how great you are!!