Every life matters. Every life from the baby that was conceived and fearfully and wonderfully made in its mother’s womb to the elderly 90+ year old grandmother or grandfather is precious. There is no life that is worthless, senseless, or luckless.
That is what recovery has been teaching me even more than ever before.
Life is such a precious gift. Every breath is a wonder. Each person is such a beautiful creation of God, with their body, soul, mind, and spirit. But why is it a precious gift? Why is life worth living? Why is it so grieving when we hear of someone committing suicide or not REALLY living, in the grip of an eating disorder? Why does suffering and hurt to a person mean SO much to us and make our hearts so heavy? When I see a girl or guy who is struggling with their identity, their body image, my heart is grieved, because it reminds me of myself. It reminds me that there was a time when my mind was so cloudy when it comes to my identity and most of all, the TRUTH of Who made me and designed me and purposed me for this earth.