Cherish Circle


Cherished makes me think of
precious makes me think of
valuable makes me think of
worthy makes me think of
Brene Brown makes me think of
unashamed makes me think of the lovely
Nichole Nordeman song I heard yesterday that sings about how
God loves me anyway makes me think of how
crazy-important it is for me to let
Every. Single. Person. In. My. Life.  know that
he or she is worthy makes me
anxious about how I parent makes me realize

my  shortcomings  are  rooted  in  my  own  sense  of  unworthiness  

 makes me wonder:

how do I nurture this knowledge in myself? makes me see all over again my tendency to
look to friends and family as the source for my worth makes me realize this
tendency could be misguided makes me remember everyone always saying,
 “Christ is the only source for your worthiness” makes me
wonder (again!):
How in the world am I supposed to
Know-for-sure-in-my-gut that the
All-Mighty Creator of this
whole gi-normous universe
(and little me)
really,
really,
definitely,
undoubtedly,
continually,
RELIABLY,
Eternally,
sees me
not
as flawed-shameful-sinful-weak-feeble-foolish
but instead as,
worthy,
valuable,
precious,
Cherished
?


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[Truth-telling disclaimer:  5 minutes' writing time, 30 minutes' formatting all those words.]

Comments

  1. SarahJanuary 18, 2013 at 5:35 PM

    What beautiful writing, poetry really! I identify with your struggles around where you find your worth. It's not easy that's for sure. I love Nichole nordeman too :)

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  2. Anne Lowry PharrJanuary 18, 2013 at 7:45 PM

    Sarah--
    Thanks so much for reading, and for your kind comments. And yes, she is a wonderful writer, isn't she?
    Blessings to you on the journey.

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