I am to be loved, honored and respected solely because I exist. I am to be cherished, spoiled, celebrated because I Am! I was made to be admired. I am a beloved child of God after all.
I choose beauty over bitterness I choose discovery over doubt I choose freedom over fear I choose grace over grief I choose peace over panic I choose surrender over suffering I choose trust over terror I choose wisdom over warefare I choose life, light and love
She is created from honor and glory, knitted with love and grace. She is made of joy, speaks from peace and guides through wisdom. She is a bearer of hope and nurturer of future; God's humble gift, His craftsmanship, created for a marvelous work. She is called Mother.
It's Never Too Late…to Celebrate Yourself. Everything you’ve done deserves your favorable awareness. Be it your relationships, your successes and your triumphant failures. They all led you here. Today, pause to recognize and celebrate the big things and little things. You accomplished them. Turn your attention inward and cheer for the things you have yet to bring forth. Accept them as done. Celebrate all that you are made of and who you are becoming. You are worth it.
Love. Is. A most delicate sacrifice. A most fragile offering of your own whole heart. And you survive the pain of loving through the joy of loving. Let it break. It is the only way.