You Are Loved.
Image: flapjackstate tumblr
Don’t ever forget it.
I saw this a few weeks ago and thought it was sweet. Then, like so many of the things we see or “like” or “pin,” I forgot about it. A friend shared a quote that brought it back to mind today, so I googled “You are loved tumblr” and was amazed at what I found.
I read one woman’s story of trying to overcome depression. I saw countless pictures of uplifting graffiti. I read letters to strangers, from strangers—letters of hope and encouragement. I saw this:
After looking awhile, I found what I was looking for and it felt more moving than when I had first seen it. Seeing the desire in so many people, not to push themselves forward, not to advance some personal agenda, but to share hope—to encourage others that no matter where they are or what’s going on in their lives, they are loved, left me in awe.
Awe is a good place to be.
So to you, in case you have forgotten lately:
You are loved.
Love isn’t just for lovers, or Valentine’s Day or movies, it’s for all of us.
You are lovable right now.
Not when you’ve gotten your act together.
Not when you are in better shape.
Not when you have more money.
Now.
There is nothing about you that is a mistake.
There is nothing about you to be ashamed of or worried about.
You are beautiful—inside and out,
and your life is a wonderful adventure, just waiting for you.
You are loved.
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I dont know you but i adore you.I appritiate your writings very much. Thank you:)
Yep. What she said. You are truly lovely. Keep writing. This is coming from a rich place.
Thanks Geoff!
Thanks Lisa!
Hey beautiful,
Great reminder!
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Hugs,
Jeannie
Aww, thanks Jeannie!
And so are you, loved, valuable & appreciated, Kate . . . and of course, you matter very much indeed. namaste
Thanks James!
This is so wonderful I keep coming back to read it again–thank you so much for writing it!
Thank you. xo
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