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 stare at the mirror, my heart heavy with weighted thoughts on my mind. Haunted eyes stare back at me, full of pain and discouragement. Tears pool against my eyelids as despair begins to overwhelm me. I’m never going to be perfect...
But the years 2016-2019 were the hardest in my life, and the desperation those years brought, taught me more about God, His faithfulness and myself than any other season of my life before then.
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 