"I was an accident. My mother didn't plan me. I was never supposed to exist."
How it sounds in your head: At 90-plus, looking back at your whole life wondering if it even mattered since it wasn't planned. Maybe if you'd never been born, everyone would have been better off. The evidence feels overwhelming—you heard it as a child, felt it in her eyes, carried it nine decades.
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; before you were born I sanctified you; I ordained you a prophet to the nations."
-- Jeremiah 1:5Enemy planted this at conception to poison every breath you'd take for 90+ years, making you question your very right to exist.
Because someone actually told you, or you overheard conversations, or felt the coldness that confirmed you weren't wanted. After 90 years, that wound has calcified into what feels like bedrock truth.
Ishmael was literally called 'the son of the bondwoman,' born from Abraham's plan-B, cast out into the desert to die. God heard the boy crying, opened Hagar's eyes to water, and declared 'I will make him a great nation'—the 'accident' became father of multitudes with God's presence.
I REFUSE the lie that I was an accident or mistake. IT IS WRITTEN that God knew me, formed me, and sanctified me BEFORE I was in the womb. My existence is not determined by human planning but by divine PURPOSE. IT IS WRITTEN that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and God's thoughts toward me outnumber the grains of sand. For 90+ years I have been EXACTLY where God intended, carrying the BARAK blessing that doesn't depend on my parents' plans. I am WANTED by Heaven, PLANNED by the Father, PURPOSED before time began.
The Father has been running toward you since BEFORE conception, whispering 'I CHOSE you' over every decade you thought you were unchosen. He's not waiting for you to justify your existence—He's celebrating that you're still HERE to receive His embrace.