Those of us learning to live as recovering orphans often ache to prove that our lives have meaning. We hustle to be seen, to achieve, to convince ourselves that we matter. But our value has never been tied to performance.
We matter because we exist.
We are loved because we breathe.
Our being carries divine significance before we do a single thing right or wrong. The gospel is not an invitation to validation—it’s a revelation of belonging. Nothing to earn, nothing to prove, nothing to defend.
You mattered before the world told you to try.
