De Fined

Defined

What is the definition of the sculpting of our character? That voice that comes in so many costumes and tells us that we are never good enough. That voice that will always tell us that we are inadequate. The thing is it will never stop this us a part of life. 

It comes to us all in different measures. Warning us to pause, reset and pause again. I am defined. Sure there are mysterious parts of me that no one understands. I am a woman. 

I am defined and I realize that I am going to keep growing forever. Not by just age but by truth. I am allowed too! We do not need permission. We just do. 

Growth is a real thing and some parts of the world a hated thing. In some of our personal lives it is a hidden hated thing. They try to make it a socially acceptable thing now to hinder others growth. It is some illusion they throw at people to trick us into settling into some lie version of ourselves. 

That lie is always being less than what we are worth. More than intrinsic value. 

So what is our value? Do we know? Or are we going to let some crook conjobs evaluate and miss the point. Are we buying it? I am not. Even if I like to, I couldn't live with it. 

Priceless pearls… . . 

Some names and faces are offensive by nature. Especially great ones like Jesus Christ. For good reason there is power in His name. 

Dealing with ourselves is hard. All the scars that once wounded are now these places of strength we draw from. Strength reminding me I got this, I did this already. 

He holds my future. 

I love it my story. Our story. 

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Made for the shade.

Jesus Christ Forevermore