Daughter of God

Dear Daughter of God,

I know you feel burdened and overwhelmed. Becoming discouraged from the struggles of daily life. The enemy seeks to distract you, steering you off course just enough. Planting the seed of doubt. Feeding you lies. You feel worn. The emotions caving in and crushing your tender heart. It seems never ending.

Precious sister, you have victory in Jesus Christ. Your smile reflects His goodness. Likewise, your beauty is beyond word. You are a blood bought baby girl redeemed and forgiven. The Father deeply cherishes you. He loves you with an everlasting love that surpasses your understanding. You are His masterpiece, which He delights in. You bring a smile to God’s face just by breathing. In Christ, you are free, whole, and righteous.

In Christ you are safe. You are spoken for. Pursued. Invited in. He will strengthen you.

God’s purpose for your life is indescribable. He will continue to work in mighty and beautiful ways in your life. Deeply blessing you beyond your wildest dreams. Your life will bring glory to His name. You are a stunning light to others and an inspiration. The Holy Spirit will consume you and guide you. He will always walk with you. God will provide all you need. Your identity has a firm foundation in Christ alone, beloved Daughter of God.

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El Elyon (The God Most High),

I praise Your name for each woman reading this. Thank you for knowing the details of her precious story. I praise for allowing her identity to be in You alone. Remind her daily that she is Yours. That she is deeply loved, cherished, and delighted in. Let her live boldly for You. Destroy the lies she encounters. Provide strength for the trials. Thank you for who You are.

Amen

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But You Don’t Look Sick

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“But you don’t look sick..” A saying that chronically ill people hear way too often. For those who have recently meet me I look like a normal 21 year old girl. But my family and church family are able to see the difference in me.

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The girl who stares back at me when I look in the mirror is someone I do not recognize. That girl is not me. She has a rounded face, pale skin, thinning hair, and tired eyes. I am…or in reality was a girl with dark olive skin, bight and energetic eyes, thin, and tall with thick dark brown hair that most people mistake for black. I have changed drastically sense becoming ill. I am not the same girl physically or emotionally. Not all the alterations have been negative. It is difficult sometimes to be so different compared to who I was before I became ill. Medications have altered my body somewhat, but the majority of the physical changes are due to Lupus. At times looking through photos is difficult. I like who I have become. But the physical changes are hard to grasp. My body doesn’t feel like my own… it is like borrowing something that doesn’t fit right. Appearance doesn’t matter as much as it use to. It is more about feeling healthy and functioning; living again. I try to focus on this and the hallmark of what inwardly make me, Victoria. Some days it works amazingly. With no make up and hair up I feel like myself and I feel pretty.  Other days, are more difficult after layers of make up and many spoons wasted tears of frustration wash it away.

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“But you don’t look sick..” is never a comforting phrase. People might think it is a compliment, but it is not. It makes us feel like you do not believe how sick we are. Our outwards appearance, does not reflect the war going on inside of our body twenty four seven. Thankfully the destruction is not visible.

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Those who are chronically ill learn all the make up, clothing, and hair tricks. She learns to fake a smile. To be a ray of sunshine. To pretend to be a healthy girl. Behind closed doors, everything is different. The make up comes off, the hair goes up, pj’s on, and the tears flow. With her head buried in her pillow she wonders how she made it through another day thankful no one saw though her mask. Insiting that she doesn’t look sick only adds to her struggle. Your words weigh more then you know.

Your world drastically changes in every way possible when you are chronically ill. It is like living on another planet in comparison to how thing were when you were healthy. Adjusting is difficult. You need to be patient with yourself. Allow yourself time to adjust to all the alterations your illness has imposed. Remember, that there is much more to you then the person looking at you in the mirror. Yes you might look different and that is okay, you are still beautiful. In addition to physical beauty, you have a stunning personality.

How do you cope with the changes your illness has caused?

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