To you.

To you.

To you. The one who is not merely letters but words, not merely words, but thoughts, not merely thoughts, but a life. A life filled with feelings in the making. To you. The one who holds the power of perception, the power of contemplation, the power of living.

 You are bold. Even if quiet words make you feel like a quiet voice, you are bold. You are precious. When the loud voices scream inside your heart convincing you that today is not your day, tell them you are precious. You are more. Even if you think you were more yesterday, more a couple minutes ago, more a lifetime ago, you are more right now. You are unique. In a sea of normalcy and standards, there is the power of a person in that you are your own self that replicates no one. You may try to copy, you may try to compare, but those tries will never be as beautiful as your original. You are valued. More than the very most feeling of value, more than the very most being of value, your value goes beyond it all. You are incredible. You are doing incredible things, and they don't stop here. Every single moment you write in your life has more impact than I could ever tell you.

Most of all, you are defined. Not by man, not by you, and not by this hurting place that’s called the world. You are defined by a perfect Savior who has named you Beloved.