I wrote this word in henna on my hand this week.
I forget things a lot. So sometimes I write things on my hand to remind me. Things like ‘Loved’, ‘Beloved’, ‘Adored’, ‘Daughter’ and ‘His’. I forget that I’m not alone.
Yesterday as we were sitting around the living room opening gifts one by one it was… beautiful. The snow outside is beautiful. Even if I hate driving in it.
And I’m beautiful. Even at the moment as I’m screaming at God because I can’t have my way and can’t have what I want. There is a small voice in my heart saying ‘Hello Beautiful’. I’d rather not listen to this voice, I’d rather ignore it and keep yelling at God and pushing Him and people out of my life (I’m good at tantrums by the way) but I know the truth. I’m beautiful.
I feel something beautiful happening in me. Letting go of things and learning to see Jesus. Learning to see through the external and really seeing people. Seeing myself and my shit and letting myself be exposed and not hiding behind excuses or reasons. Admitting my weakness and letting my heart be seen.