Not a Mistake

For the longest time, I believed I was a mistake. That something was wrong with me. These lies took root in my childhood when criticism echoed louder than love. Every harsh word, every rejection, chiselled away at my sense of worth until I carried shame like a cloak.

Yet as I have journeyed with Jesus, I’ve discovered a different voice — gentle, steady, and true. Holy Spirit whispers that I was never an accident, never an afterthought. God’s Word reveals that I was chosen, seen, and loved even before my first breath.
📖 “I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvellous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well.” — Psalm 139:14 (NKJV)

The truth is this: we are not defined by the words of broken people, but by the unchanging Word of God. Even in the womb, He was knitting us together with purpose. Nothing about us is random. Every part of who we are — our personality, our creativity, our very existence — carries His design.

Those old lies may still try to whisper, but truth speaks louder. We are beloved sons and daughters, handcrafted with care, destined to reflect His glory. What once felt like shame becomes a testimony of grace, as God turns wounds into places where His love shines brightest.
📖 “Just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love.” — Ephesians 1:4 (NKJV)