For many many years, I believed I wasn't good enough for him. At first I believed that my way of being, shy and bossy at times, wasn't attractive enough. Then, I believed my laughter was too loud, that I laughed... Continue Reading →
Maybe it will be ok in the end.
The life I currently live is not at all the sort of life I imagined or expected when I was a bit younger.
The Truth does not magically erase her suffering or cure her disappointment. It does not negate her struggle or invalidate her sorrow. It does something even better—it leads her into relationship with the One who made her and makes her new, the One who is greater than all of these.
My whole body is full of joy and grace and how very thankful I am there are no words to explain.
I believe that it would be a loss to me not to ever cross path with him again. But it might happen. He might be only a short fraction of my life that was mean to change my vision for a lifetime.
I don't want to draw over an already made picture. I want to start a new piece of art, on a new page, with new colours and new pencils and new everything.