Blessed are you in the joyful, sometimes exhausting work
of simply being yourself
For every time you were told your identity was a debate, a condition,
or a problem to be solved, may you hear the steady, undeniable voice
of the Divine saying:
“You are my beloved.”
May you know, deep in your bones,
that God does not need you to edit your soul
or shrink your spirit to fit into the margins.
You are held by a Creator who is wildly obsessed with you
—exactly as you are right now, in all your brilliant complexity,
and exactly as the beautiful person you are still bravely becoming.
You are not a rough draft.
You are a masterpiece in motion.
And you are so profoundly loved.
Today and Always.