You’d think I’d be fine. Life’s starting to fall into place for me: I’ve got my dream job (working for my church) and have just published a book. Two things I’ve been striving to accomplish for years. And yet here I am, silently screaming to God as I look in the mirror through tear clouded eyes, shaking violently inside as the emotions struggle to contain themselves, “I hate myself! I HATE myself!!”
I don’t know the mystery of your ways I don’t know the purpose of the pain But...
Have you ever looked into a mirror and didn't like what you saw? I hope this message is an encouragement for you as I open up a little about how pain from my past has affected my self-image.
I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
Not wild one, just a mild one
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Woman of Purity 