Were you wanted as a baby?
Were you wanted in your family?
Were you wanted with your playmates?
Were you wanted in your school and workplace?
Are you wanted now in your home?
Sometimes babies are called “an accident”.
Sometimes we feel forced into a family which feels different.
Sometimes we find ourselves in jobs where we don’t fit.
Sometimes we are in marriages (partnerships) where we feel like strangers.
Which do you prefer to believe?
Are there accidents and mistakes?
Was your marriage a mistake?
Were your babies a mistake?
Or just maybe,……..
Everything is on purpose.
There are no accidents……………
No matter what anyone thinks or says.
If you were a “mistake” or an “accident”, you may find yourself never feeling wanted or valued.
If you believe there was no place for you, you may never believe that others love you or want you.
If you subconsciously believe you were not wanted, you may help people reject you to confirm your feelings.
If you felt ignored, devalued, abandoned or like others were depressed by your presence, you may attract experiences in which you feel ignored, devalued, abandoned or with depressed people.
So what to do?
Change your mind.
How do I do that?
Forgive the past programming.
With what words?
“My parents were wrong about me.
I forgive you Mom and Dad for not knowing how to truly love me .
I forgive myself for not fully loving me and you.
I love you Mom and Dad and I know you love me too!”
“I am important, wanted, valued and on purpose.
There are no accidents in God’s Plan.
Every one of us is essential to the healing of humanity.
I am integral to God’s Plan.
I am totally irreplaceable in the eyes of God.
My True Creator created me right where I need to be.
I trust that I am always in the perfect place at the perfect time with the perfect people.
When I remember this, I am happy, at peace and on purpose.
When I am happy and at peace, my life works and I am truly helpful and loving to others.”
Remember you are part of God and the essential Goodness in our Universe.
We are incomplete without YOU!
Loving you,
Betty Lue