I wish I could look at 7 year old me and tell her that she would turn out all right. That the stinging pain of rejection, chaos and confusion that she is feeling at the moment would one day be the broken pieces God uses to give her a testimony and help her find her truth. If she could have only known then maybe she wouldn’t have spent so many years searching. Filling the numbing pain and endless void with the approval of others-even at the expense of her self worth, Continue reading “Beauty for Ashes”