It took awhile for me to find the girl in this picture. To love this girl. To appreciate her. All I ever saw, when I went searching, was a misshapen monster with fat knees, skinny legs, a multitude of scars and never enough “pretty” to be worth keeping.
But there was someone who was searching just as hard as I was. He found her first. He loved her first. He waited with her until I found her, for myself. He also, patiently, taught me how to properly care for her.
That’s how it is sometimes. It’s not always an easy process of self-confidence, self-love and awareness. Sometimes, it’s a horribly lonely journey from who you THINK that you are to who you have ALWAYS been. That’s the reality of being human. That’s the reality of being flawed and constantly being told that only perfection can be loved.
Trust me when I say that He desires to share with you HIS perfection, so that the graffiti of your scars can be showcased as the priceless works of art they were always meant to be. I’ll never be perfect. I’ll always walk with a limp. My knees will probably get chubbier with time. I will never be taller than 5″1. I will always have to keep my temper in check. My battle with pettiness may never end. I won’t always feed my children wholesome meals. My socks will not match 75% of the time and I’ll always prefer messy hair. ALL of that is ok. For me. For you. To Him.
His love is unconditional. Keep searching. He’s searching too.
xoxo
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