Know Who You Are

When I get down on myself I catch myself saying, "I know what I am."
As in, I am nothing special. I am ugly. I am disgusting.
If I pretend like I already know it, other people can't hurt me with it.

I just get to hurt myself.

But today I stopped myself. And I told myself the truth - even though it sounded hollow in my own ears.

Now I'm going to tell you... in case you've forgotten:

You, are a beloved child of God.
You may be broken and bitter,
afraid and jaded --

but even with all of your scars.
You, are worth loving.
You, are treasured.

KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
.beautiful.
.precious.
.redeemed.