I am a child of the King
I am loved.
God formed my feet, hands, head and heart.
I am forgiven and chosen.
I am a daughter
I am a woman
I am beautiful
I am fragile
I am hopeful
I am a servant
I am a sister
I am a disciple
I am a climber
I am fearful
I am in repair
I am strong
I am weak
I am all these things, but they don't matter as much as who God says I am.
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