Child of God
I recently had the pleasure of going on a trip to Grand Cayman. What made it even more special was that I got to fly on a private jet. It was my first experience, and it was pretty wonderful.
I’m not one who likes to do things in order to feel better than everyone else, but I do like that feeling of being someone special. I guess we all do. It’s funny how ONE thing can make you feel that way.
The week was amazing. The weather was perfect. I truly appreciated being able to walk outside every day — especially since there were cold temps back where we live. The added bonus was that we got to know a lot of people from other states who were so fun to be around. What a blessing.
Yesterday, as I scrolled through my pics, I stopped at the one above. Although it wasn’t the best photo, it brought back that wonderful feeling of I can’t believe I’m on a private jet. We weren’t served peanuts and pretzels. However, we were served delicious danishes from Panera. I was like a kid at Disney when I discovered that lunch and dessert were served on our way home. I loved how the pilots took the time to talk to us. It was an experience I’ll never forget.
That feeling of being someone special or important is one of the best feelings, ever. However, I’m learning that it’s just a feeling and not necessarily the truth when it comes from an experience or from depending on someone’s compliments. It sure is hard when we sense that feeling is vanishing into thin air — especially as time passes, you grow older, or the compliments stop.
Self image is pretty tricky sometimes. I regret that I’ve depended on others for my self-worth, especially when my maker has been trying to tell me who I am all along.
Live-Write 
Love this picture of you.
Thank you! 💕