God, I’m asking you, please believe in me the way I believe in you.
No matter how hard I tried to just move on, I couldn’t. I cared and longed to feel wanted too deeply, but in all the wrong ways.
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.”