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There are moments when I catch myself wondering: If I’m not creating, serving, or giving — am I still enough? 🤔
It’s an old whisper, one that’s been around since I was little. Back then, being helpful, quiet, or “good” seemed the only way to feel safe and seen. Now, as an adult, I know in my head that my worth comes from being a beloved daughter of God. Yet my heart sometimes falters when I’m not actively holding something or someone together.


