Redemtion
Needing to be redeemed? Start over? As much as I believe that I am uniquely, specially and delicately made by a creative God I was in denial for a long time that I was not vulnerable to the attacks on my self-worth and identity. Part of it was my pride, part of it was innocence, and the other part was the many wise lessons passed down from my parents. I did not want to find myself repeating the cycle that I was always warned about. You know it, the girl who found herself trying to find her worth in men, her looks, and what society calls success. But one day I looked up and found myself trying on her shoes. Which turned into a full on sprint in them. And eventually, I wasn’t sure how to get out of the tired, worn down shoes that only caused blisters to my vision, and callouses on my precious heart. It wasn’t until a series of events turned my life upside down that I hit rock bottom and was forced to face myself and God in a way that I never have before