To those of you who are enslaved by your past, may my story set you free. For youth is innocent and its beauty is to always be cherished.
The ragged curtains were reaching out across the room and the foot of the bed was soaked with rain. She got up and closed the window to protect her from the storm outside. However, there was no protection from the storm that was always brewing in her...
I believe that all things happen under the watchful eye of God and the lessons we learn along the way only serve to make us stronger.
To those of you who have lost your way, may my story serve as a reminder that life is a journey. The lessons we learn along the way are not for our sake alone. We are obligated to share them
