I don’t need people to tell me how much they love me, appreciate me, & honor me in order for me to feel that I’m important, honored or valued. Jesus died for me and that should be enough. In my Father’s eyes, I am important, accepted, loved, redeemed and valued. People may try to crush me & destroy me but they can’t take this truth away from me.
It’s finally finals week and I’m like ewww. I also have Cambridge testing, what is that. But summer vaycay is so close I can taste it.
¡Quiero Tus Planes En Mi Vida Señor Jesús ; Esperar Tu Voluntad! :’)