I stopped and listened. Tell the story, He said again. My story, His story, the journey to becoming that which He created me to be - His beloved child.
The further I traveled in my faith journey, the more God moved people in and out of my life.
The first diamond came out and we took it in for repair. All fixed. Then it happened again, then again, then three more.
The mirror, where I spent numerous hours matching the hair color of my youth. I spotted my first gray hair at 16, and promptly pulled each one out with zealous effort until I was 22. I couldn't rely on pulling anymore out for risk of having bald spots. I relented. Hair dye became more important… Continue reading The Real Me