A Hidden Yes
We were made to be seen.
We long to be noticed.
Because if we are seen, then maybe we’ll be understood.
The loneliest times in my life have been filled with moments such as these.
A New Name
It’s no secret that my family was a mess.
I say “was” because God has redeemed so much of that story. But sometimes when I remember things from my childhood, I have a hard time seeing which way was up. I have written about some of that here. It’s a story that needs to be shared…one day. But until then, just know I was the kid in school who grew up in a broken home and it was pretty messy.
But then I got married, and I got a new name.
It was a new chance to break generational cycles that just seemed to continue to repeat themselves. The new name I took, wasn’t without flaw, but it was full of promise. And I gladly took my husband’s name, because we were building something new together. I needed a new name, a new start.
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