You go through life believing you’re not worth much, not fit for living really. But Grace intervenes and eyes open to the truth of one’s reality. You are loved. You are worthy. You matter.
Do I cry because it has taken so long to get here, or because I am finally here. It doesn’t matter. When tears come, let them, it is always a good thing.
“What is Real?” the Velveteen Rabbit asked the Skin Horse.