We are made of so much more than our yesterdays, our doubts, our insecurities, our fears, our brokenness.
They will never make you apologize for having a big heart.
As a mid-twenty-something single woman, I have never learned so much or felt so empowered than when I am traveling the world alone.
We figure out what it is in this world that makes us whole again, what it is that puts our brokenness back together in a stronger piece, and we hold onto it with all of our heart and being.
We continue to put ourselves in a position to hurt and break in ways that could easily be healed if we opened our hearts to let faith guide the way.
When I get where I’m going, it will be because I grew from pain.
Dear God, my heart is hurting. It feels weak, exhausted, and conflicted. It feels used, tainted, and left behind. It’s hurting, and I don’t know why.
Because if you allow yourself to hear it one too many times, eventually you start believing it: “You’re not good enough.”
For the first time in my life, I was falling in love with something far greater than one person, place, or thing; I was falling in love with myself and this world.
You made me realize more than ever, that I am worthy; that I am enough; that I am so much more.