Hills and Valleys

I love writing. Sometimes though, writing is hard. It takes effort to find just the right word. Recently, I feel God is challenging me to write again. So, please bear with me. My writing may be a bit rusty, and I may still disappear again for another six months, but for tonight I want to share what is on my heart. For my twenty-first birthday I got a tattoo that says, "Beloved." It is a constant reminder that I am God's beloved (Romans 9:25 and Isaiah 43:4). However, a word written on my wrist cannot replace the words engraved upon my heart. Unworthy. Ugly. Stupid. Not worth it. Not enough this or that. Loved for what I do not who I am. Not seen much less understood. Who told me these things? Well, I suppose at the root of it all, I did .  When someone treated me a certain way or said something, I chose to take on a title. Maybe they flat out said I was one of those things. Maybe I just felt a certain way and took on whatever word came close...