Daughters

You are His Masterpiece

You are His Masterpiece

In a world that tells us what we should look like and be like it is easy to forget that we are His masterpiece.
When I was a young girl, I remember standing in line at the grocery store and seeing all of the photoshopped images on the cover of magazines. I would gaze at the headlines, and minutes later I found myself feeling like I was “less than” or “not enough.” Today, with social media it can feel like I am still standing in that line only it’s all day, every day. #31days2019

You are believed.

You are believed.

That’s the thing about a traumatic memory. You don’t just retell it, you relive it.
Your mind struggles to process it, and your mouth hesitates to say it, but your body screams. Your body remembers every detail.
Others may doubt you, and they may even tell you, “There’s no way. I don’t believe it happened.”
You wish it didn’t happen.
You wish you could forget.
You wish you had it wrong.
But you know your truth.
You know your reality.
You know your struggle.
I believe you. Three simple words that change everything.