You’re okay. Everything is going to be okay. Just keep walking and taking steps toward the God you are hungry for.
I was a frightened girl once. So unsure about life. Desperately needing someone to say :
I’m here. You’re seen. You’re not alone.
I wish I had known that God saw me. That He really saw me. That He was walking with me every step of the way. He was watching, present, and very close. He didn’t always save me from the hard steps. But the ones that would have taken me out completely? Those are the times He picked me up.
A Broken vessel. Filled with oil. Mended with gold.
My other blog about my commune days here: