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Loved

I wasn't feeling it today. I was having one of those "my self-image is low" kind of days. The kind of day where nothing you put on is comfortable and everyone else looks like a supermodel. Ya, it was one of those days.

I was blow drying my hair and turned around to lean on the counter. I looked ahead and saw two signs. Both slayed my heart. I see these signs multiple times a day. One sits in my bathroom and was given to me as a gift from a dear friend. The other I bought a few years ago and hangs above our bed. I see them every single day. I probably read them and don't even realize it. But today, today was different. Something about reading those words annihilated my soul.

"You are loved." "Loved Beyond Measure."

I never even noticed that the signs had such similar sayings. They stare at me every day yet I never let those words radiate the way they did today. Today, of all days, when I was feeling the yuck and the ugly and the insecure. Today was the day I decided to turn around and lean on the counter while drying my hair. Something I never do. Today I read those words. And today, they meant something.

I know in my head that I am loved. I know my husband loves me and my boys. I am loved by my sister, my mom, my dad, my friends, my family. I know this in my head. My heart doesn't always believe the love though. It gets all muddled with doubt and insecurities.

Today, however, was different. Today I looked up and read three words that I knew were from my Savior. He reminded me that I am loved. In those moments when I'm not feeling it, I am loved. In those moments when I feel less than beautiful, I am loved. In those moments when I feel invaluable, I am loved. Those times when I feel insufficient and insecure, I am loved.

You know, too often I don't acknowledge the Lord's promptings. I don't allow myself to see that He is constantly speaking to me. I don't know if it is because I am too distracted, too busy, or don't feel like I deserve His attention. Maybe it is all of the above. But let me just tell you, when He turns me around and opens my eyes to what He has to say, I am blown away.

Today was a reminder that He is near...always. Seeing those signs today reminded me that He really does love me that much. I matter. I am valued. I am loved.

Sometimes God has to get my face in his hands, like my six year old does sometimes, to turn my head towards what I need to see. When I am looking the other way or too distracted, my Wyatt will put his sweet little hands on my face and turn my head in the direction he wishes me to see. I do not always like when he puts his hands on my face like that. Let's be real. We don't know where those hands have been. It's uncomfortable to me to have hands on my face. However, it is imperative to my little man that I look right at that moment right in that direction. God did this to me today. He grabbed my face and moved my focus from an unpleasant thought pattern to the reminder that I am loved.

Maybe we all need this sweet reminder today. You are loved. Loved beyond measure.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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