A female cardinal hops around the interior of the tree nearby.  She flies from tree to tree as if trying them out, landing atop the tallest, on the highest perch, silhouetted against the sky. Majestic. She knows her place.  She sees what she deserves. She doesn't hide herself from shame or inadequacy. She explores and chooses the best, never aware whether she dare deserve it. 

What do you want to say to the voice telling you you don't deserve it?