Part 1
“The
most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat,
known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way
out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity,
and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion,
gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful do not just happen.” –
Elizabeth Ros
This
isn’t an autobiography. It’s not a love story. It might not have a
“happy ending”. This isn’t about sympathy. It isn’t a place for
complaining. It isn’t something to cause controversy about. It might not
even be something that anyone reads. So what is it? This is a blatantly
authentic story about a girl and her walk with Jesus. It gets ugly. It
definitely is messy. My life isn’t the least bit perfect. I just want to
show people it’s ok to be wrong and be someone who has made mistakes.
It ok to be someone who knows failure, and its ok to have moments of
pure weakness. Because, get real… everyone has made mistakes, everyone
has been wrong before, and everyone screws up every once in a while.
This story isn’t about popularity. I don’t want it to be famous. Then
what’s the point of posting it for anyone to read? I don’t want my story
to go unheard. Not because I want attention, but because I want it to
be life changing to someone beside myself. I want my story to benefit
other people… or another person, even if it were just one, then posting
this would be worth it. I believe that everyone’s story has a purpose.
God didn't intend for us to live our lives and be quite about the things
that have shaped and molded us. And that's not want I intend to do
either. I don't want to be quite about the things God is doing and has
done in my life, and this is my way of shouting it to anyone who wants
to listen. So were does this part of my life start. Well, it starts the
day that changed everything.
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