Out of my brokenness He shapes something new and declares me a masterpiece. He chooses me and whispers beloved. He proclaims I am new, free, and forgiven. He calls me a friend, adopts me as daughter, and makes me an heir.
I am the apple of His eye, his treasured possession, fearfully and wonderfully made. I am blessed. I am His. His beloved. Precious. Adored. Cherished. Prized. I can’t earn it. I’m not worthy of it. I fall into its precious truth and allow myself to be-loved.
It changes everything.