I must believe that it’s when I reach the end of myself, I find the beginning of it all.
Even though it feels like we live in a man’s world, we don’t. Men don’t own it even though some may claim it as their territory.
As women we take on many roles in a single day. Today I am a mother, wife, daughter, friend, lover, chef, house cleaner, leader, encourager, giver, driver, listener, and the list goes on and on. But of all the things I am, the most important role is this: I am loved. When I am tired, pulled in every direction and feel like I have nothing left, I remind myself that there is a God who loves me (He is Love itself) and everything else falls under this umbrella of truth. Rest in this today, dear one. You are loved.
Hands were meant to grasp, fingers to intertwine, eyes to be seen, feet to walk, mouths to speak, and there are no exceptions. That means you, you refugee.