A Love Letter to the Parts of Me I Hate

I recently was inspired by a sweet [virtual] friend, Kayla.

Kayla is a poet. She strings words together in spectacular ways that give me more comfort than hearing rain softly on the window or a really good book on a Sunday afternoon.

And she said this:

Write handwritten love notes to the parts of yourself you hate. Click to tweet.

And I had to stop. And truly stop.  S T O P .

Write handwritten love notes to the parts of me that I hate.

Here goes. ----->>>>

I love that you overcompensate for your lack of creativity by joining in the forces of community.

I love that you do not like doing anything alone for fear of rejection and that you always have someone by your side.

I love that your love for someone can sometimes overshadow the fact that the dishes aren't done (again).

I love that your body has the scars of motherhood.

I love that your skin exudes the longevity and hard work of carrying and nourishing another living being.

I love that your face is plain looking, and that you are capable of red lipstick.

I love that even though you feel such a lack of creativity, you keep trying. You have tenacity.

You are more than words. You are a soul and a being that is lovely and perfected in your own special way.

The parts of you that you hate are the parts of you that you lack because you are so much better in so many other ways.

The parts of you that you hate are the parts that those around you make up for.

The parts of you that you hate are the parts of you that are being molded and sculpted into something so much more.

The parts of you that you hate is the Lord saying I'm not done yet.

The parts of you that you hate is your assurance in Him who leads you on.

The parts of you that you hate force you to your knees, in utter abandon.

The parts of you that you hate are being held by the Father.

The parts of you that you hate is Him saying You will move and breathe and be in other ways than these.

The parts of you that you hate can be surrendered to Him.

They can be released and transformed.

I love those parts of you, Jenna, that you hate.

This is my love letter to those. My love letter to who you see in the mirror. And every single imperfection that begs to steal your spirit.

My love note to the parts of me that I hate. My love letter to you.

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In between tweeting, reading books to my daughters, and [not] burning mac n cheese, I am the Founder + Creative Director of Blessed is She women's ministry + community.