He loves me

Between finishing up at Cal Poly, graduation, goodbyes, and a friend's wedding, it's been quite a while since I've posted on here.  And it's a time when I need the reminder of this blog so much, as I wrestle with losing the established and valued identity I've found in San Luis Obispo and in the loss, try to piece together who I really am. 

In some part of me, I know I am the beloved daughter of the King, one in whom Christ dwells.  But I don't know what that looks like, lived out, in me.  Since the statement is broad enough to be true for everyone, it (alone) isn't specific to me.  It still is true for me, and I'm trying to take the opportunity of vulnerability to soak up the truth of it, to let go of the other ways I try to find my identity.

God loves me.  And THAT alone is enough.  Regardless of if I get opportunities to perform or show off; regardless of if I get recognition or praise.  I hope I may grow into this truth.

Last night I was thinking about it, and I was reminded that God always loves me, through everything:

(Original flower photo credit: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/simple-flower-jennifer-englehardt.html)