Release

   What am I worthy of? That question haunts my life. I run my hands over the words on the page. "You are worthy of love and belonging." Really? Am I? I search my heart for a feeling that it could be true. A spark deep inside reminds me that I am the child of a Heavenly Father first. Before I was a daughter of my earthly parents I was His. I still am His. For that reason and no other reason really counts, I am worthy of love and belonging.

                                               Perfection is not required but connection is.

I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully makes sense.