I love myself.
Monday, August 07, 2017
I was told years ago that when you point at someone you have 3 fingers pointing at yourself. When someone spits at me (not physically), it is often themselves that they are upset at. My daughter is good at spitting at me. I have to remember I love me. I'm not the one she is spitting at.
Sticks and stones will break your bones and names will never hurt you. FALSE, FALSE, FALSE. Names often hurt more. Broken bones and bruises heal but names cut right through and takes a lot longer to heal. Forgiveness is the healer.
I know who I am and no one can take that away from me. I'm a fine person.
I love myself. I know that God's arms are around me.