I'm still your daughter.....

Gravity pulls me down.

My face is sinking into this pillow as if I've never felt it's depth before.

I don't want to move.

There are these days where you just don't want to get up.

Rolling over I refocus my gaze at the ceiling.

My mind races with all the words I can conjure up to justify my life.

I can't find a single thing that I like about me.

Truly like.

It seems to me that there is always something I need to fix, or something I need to do.

I'm never really happy with me.

It's so tempting to just destroy myself.

I don't think I really deserve anything good, I hardly have any good in me anyway.

If I were able, I'd snuff me out and make something better.

But, what I do know is that I love:

-People

I give of my:

-Time

-Money

-Body (work)

I care for:

-My family

-My friends

-The common stranger

I need touch:

-Hugs

-A high five

-Hand held tight

I dream:

-I want to make a difference in someone's life

-I want to be a great stylist

I am a sinner:

-Broken

-Guilty

-Imperfect

I am saved:

-Repented

-Redeemed

-Renewed

-Loved

I have a savior:

-Jesus Christ

---------------------No matter how I feel about me, no matter what I do, and no matter where I go, I am still a daughter of Christ.

I don't have to like me, but I love me. I love me because God made me, and He loves me. I may want to pick myself apart and change who I am, but the fact that God chose all of my qualities and knit me together perfectly in the womb will always bring me to my knees. To think that in all my inadequacies and failures, I'm still a beautiful masterpiece is such a beautiful thing.

My hope is in You God, only You.