They said the doctors could tell from the scars." "Stop." "Scars can tell you how old the wound is." "Stop." "When I stopped going to school, they came and found me. They found me in the closet." "Sarah.
There is a picture of me in their heads, a picture of someone I don't know yet. She is not the chubby girl with the braces and bad perm. She is not the girl hiding in the bathroom at recess. She is someone new, a blank slate they have named beautiful...
Your boyfriend smells bad, says Sarah as she sniffs the armpit of the giant sweatshirt. All boys smell bad I say and she nods her head like we have just figured out something very important.
The Lord speaks to each one of us in different ways. He may use your mother, your sister, your child, or even your boss. He might even use an unbeliever. God never said his messages would come in nicely wrapped packages from your pastor," the pastor ...
There is a whole other world with an entirely different version of me, a me that is not pretty, a me that no boys want, a me she would never talk to.
Even when you think things can never move forward and you feel so low, there's always a way out.
Don't wait until there is tragedy in your life. Don't wait until you lose somebody. Don't wait until it's too late. Appreciate the beautiful people that you have in your life now.
