While attending a Christian Women’s Conference yesterday, I had a bit of an ah ha moment.
I’m not even sure it’s what the speaker intended but it’s what I heard and spoke to me.
She was talking about that names we call ourselves matter. Are these names inspirational, aspirational and words of strength?
Then she talked about that we were created in God image and gave several examples of where in the Bible talks about love…rooted and created in love…..put on love….God loves us, he gave his only Son….God is love….beloved…
She then suggested that we get a picture of when we were 4 or 5 years old and how could we look at her and not think that she is anything but beloved.
This is not the first time I have heard something like this. Being God’s daughter and honoring her. Taking care of my sons mother. But something clicked differently yesterday.
Could I look at her (that picture of me) and say to her what I say to myself? Hell no. I would not say to her or anyone else for that matter.
Being the youngest of 6 kids, I do not have a lot of pictures. But I found these from when I was around 5. I actually don’t remember seeing these before.
How can I ever look at her and think anything other than she is beloved. She is joy. She is happy and cute. Everything about her screams love.
So on days that I looking in the mirror and I don’t recognize the person looking back at me or on days that I’m telling myself I can’t or on days I’m telling myself anything other than I am beloved, happy, joy, cute and that everything about me screams love…..on those days, I will look at these picture and remember I would not say that to her and I need to lift her up. And I need to stop on those days and ask myself what do I need right now.
My journey to serenity continues…