this past year i: laughed a lot. drank a lot of coffee. cried a few times. felt the love of Jesus so deeply. saw His goodness so clearly. went through some stuff. learned a lot. wrote about all that i learned. mustered up the courage to share, and now here we are.
i’m in a pretty big stage of transition, and i’m trying to put words to the things that I feel. it’s allowed me to see myself fully, to dream, and to heal. there have been countless times when other’s words have healed me and made me feel like i way less broken than i have convinced myself i am. my prayer is that one person would find the same kind of comfort in these words.
it’s okay not to be okay, you’re doing just fine, we all are actually, and i think we each should give each other the credit we deserve.
anyways, be kind please, i’m terrified.