Remember

Do you remember who you are?

It's not an accusation- it's a gentle question, a crown of glory
(or maybe of daisies or thorns, who knows...but it fits you).

The crown that reminds you of your worth- do you remember?

Woven to love and be loved
To respect and be respected
To treasure and be treasured

(I hope you've heard those words somehow.
Maybe in your dad's voice
Or your kindergarten teacher's hug
Or, at the very least, in Mr. Roger's neighborhood.
If you haven't, hear them in this typed jumble)

Do you remember now? Good. Now hold tight.
Because everything within and without you is going to try to make you forget it

The images that show you that you don't fit
The numbers that tell you you're not enough
The words that whisper to you, however persuasively, that you're good for nothing
Or good for only one thing

Lies.

"You must remember, remember, remember"*





*Aslan, in The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis