WHM – Day 31 | Reviving Identity
2014.03.31
There is really not much that causes me to feel more beautiful than His Love, unless it is sharing His Love with others. As you read this, I will have just had the honor of spending the last few days guiding some beautiful women from Fairchild AFB in Spokane into the beauty of knowing they are Beloved Daughters of the King.
The thing is, I have to constantly remind myself of this beautiful truth, that I am a Beloved Daughter of the King.
I remind myself that I haven’t always felt beautiful or loved. As a child, I was the scrawny, stringy haired daughter of Carl and Betty. Not ugly, but certainly not beautiful. I’m fairly certain I was loved, but I don’t know that my not-ugly-but-not-beautiful soul knew it was there for me.
The Scars and Beauty of Ann Wilson.