I've been thinking. When did I care more about what others say and think of me than Jesus. When did I become what I detest. Jesus has me, and I see it daily. "I'm fearfully and wonderfully made". He knew I would have Cerebral Palsy. He knew all that I would need, and He provides it daily even when I doubt. I have other thoughts, but those I won't share because they're not kind. I'm having to forgive a lot these days, and selfishly I'm having to do it for me. I can't change what one thinks of me.