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Really? Only Five Years?


My birthday finds me taking a few minutes of reflection this morning before work.  Pulling out a well worn article written when I met my birth Dad for the first time five years ago...reminds me of how blessed I am. 

 O.k. a few tears this morning as I think about how loved I am.

We forget as a culture that those events that happen before we even remember do impact our today.   And we also know perceptions are not always realistic and yet they become so real and so very painful.

While the people in my life loved me, I intuitively felt my coming did not make life easy on a 16 year old single Mom.  

My feelings developed through experiences of being a nuisance, annoyance, pest and baggage are hard to overcome no matter how many birthdays separate them!

My goal with writing this post today is to encourage you...whomever you are, through my brokenness, that you will find your value and your worth in the eyes of our heavenly Father!  

Whatever has happened within the birthdays of your life, please know that your Father has loved you through each and everyone of them.  You are a treasure!

Waking up today surrounded by to do list...I'm resting within the knowledge newly experienced... my worth is not found in my work.  

Where I have come from nor what I have been through.  My God valued me from that very first breath.

And He Values you.  And so do I.  I love we are on this journey together!
 


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