But even when it hurts immensely and I move toward depression, this amazing truth about who I really am remains. I am loved. I know this not because of an intellectual or psychological experience, but I know it from a place deep within. I am a good person, known and cherished by the One who brought me to my existence. Before I was hurt, I was a beloved. I always have the option, despite my wounded feelings, to turn and reclaim who I really am. This truth about myself that I claim has been constant, a given, since before I was born. I am the favored child of a loving Creator. Jesus knew who he
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