For many years I didn’t see myself as God sees me; valuable, beautiful, wonderful and worthy of life and love. Instead I saw myself as… well nothing. After all that’s what I was told over and over again. You see as a child my mother would constantly tell me how I ruined her life and how she wished she had aborted me when she had the chance. According to my mother I was nothing but a burden and a constant reminder of the worst mistake she ever made.
You can imagine how that made me feel. Like I was supposed to make up for all that went wrong in her life. So I tried. But the more I tried the more she hated me. So I learned to hate me too. Until one day, when I was in my 30’s and after years of therapy, self-help books and an attempted suicide, a friend of mine shared with me these words: “For you formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb…for I am fearfully and wonderfully made…”. Until that moment I didn’t know that God saw me as wonderful, while I was in my mother’s womb. Before she taught me to be nothing, God made me to be something wonderful. Now I know that how my life began isn’t how my life was destined to end. I have a right to live my life in joy, happiness and peace because God made me wonderful.