"They chose their addiction over me, which means I'm not worth choosing."
How it sounds in your head: You watched them pick the bottle, the pills, the screen, the affair—over and over. You needed a parent and got an addict instead. If you were valuable enough, lovable enough, they would have chosen you. But they didn't. That's the truth you can't escape.
"When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take care of me."
-- Psalm 27:10Enemy using parental addiction to define her worth, as if their brokenness is evidence of her value instead of their bondage.
She's lived with the chaos of addiction—missed events, broken promises, moments when she desperately needed them and they were gone. It feels like evidence that she wasn't important enough to fight for.
Jephthah was rejected by his family, driven away by his half-brothers, told he was worthless because of his mother's identity. God chose him anyway and made him a mighty warrior and judge over the very people who rejected him.
I REFUSE the lie that their addiction to something else proves I'm not worth choosing. IT IS WRITTEN that when my father and mother forsake me, the LORD takes me up. Their bondage was not a statement about my value. IT IS WRITTEN that I am CHOSEN, accepted in the Beloved, adopted into the family of God. I am the daughter the Father RUNS toward, not the one left behind. My worth is not determined by their ability to see it. I am treasured, pursued, fought for by the God who never picks anything over me.
While they were trapped in addiction, unable to choose you, your Father was already running toward you with arms open, saying 'I CHOOSE YOU—always have, always will.' Their inability to choose you was their prison, not your worth. He's taking you up right now.