Today, I'm thankful for people who will remind me who I am.
Who will not settle to see me beat myself up over my insecurities and weaknesses, but rather remind me of some remnants of beauty that remain.
I won't boast about how wonderful I am. I won't take pride in the good either...

but I'll just remember that even in the state that I am, I am loved by someone.
In the messy-ness of my being, in the brokeness and shatteredness of my heart,
that the creator still looks on me with love.

Father,
thank you for your healing hands.
Thank you for second, third, billion chances...
Thank you for friends who will remind me who I am in you, what my worth is because of You.
Thank you for using this pain to draw me closer to you.

I am so ready to go home.

Come soon... please. :) come.