I turned 31 this past Saturday, and I have spent far too many of the past 31 years trying to be something other than what I am. I wanted to be cool instead of cute. Clever and sarcastic instead of tenderhearted and sensitive. For a few years, in the vacuum of middle school, I even pretended to be ditzy and dumb because that seemed to garner more endearment and approval from my friends than being studious and smart. Perhaps the very best part of getting older is not having to care quite so much what other people think.
I love your writing. I love you for who you are and have become. You are a part of the fabric of my life to find myself too. In finding ourselves, we help others. What a beautiful gift. And it's all because God is in our lives redeeming us. We are truly blessed. Hugs to you!
Grace,
I love your writing. I love you for who you are and have become. You are a part of the fabric of my life to find myself too. In finding ourselves, we help others. What a beautiful gift. And it's all because God is in our lives redeeming us. We are truly blessed. Hugs to you!