God has really done some serious purification since I first entered secondary school. If I could meet my past self I'd give her a big teddy bear hug and let her know all the pain will be worth it. Although the flames will still burn the same. It's all been worth it. I constantly need to remind myself now at 17. The vulnerability I've grown into with God would suprise past me. I talk to him openly as my friend. Slang, eyerolls, tears and all. And he listens. He cares about every second of it! Even the things which aren't actually that imooetsnt. He doesn't deny my emotions. He doesn't make me feel invalid for them. What a friend I have in Jesus.
forever grateful i’m not who i used 2 be