here i stand empty hands, wishing my wrists were bleeding to stop the pain from the beatings. there You stood holding me, waiting for me to notice You . . . but who are You? You are the Truth, outscreaming these lies. You are the Truth, saving my life.
Red Sam, Flyleaf
I wore this shirt intentionally today, I called it my Purposeful Shirt. Tonight was the first time that telling my story was planned—intentional–that I could think about the telling beforehand. I didn’t say all that I wanted to, but I think I said enough about all of the things that Jesus has done in my life.
Continue your story.
||semi-cross-posted at kerri365||