​I feel like I’m running in circles 
There’s no end in sight 
I feel like I need some closure 
To get this off of my mind 
The past is now behind me 
But I still feel like it defines me 
How can I move on 
It’s been so long 
 
In the midst of my weakness 
You are strong 
In the midst of my trials 
You help me hold on 
In the midst of confusion 
You bring clarity 
In the midst of the darkness 
You help me to see 

​When I started this blog 3 years ago, I wasn’t sure if anyone would read my words….but I wrote anyways. The more that I wrote, the more people shared their own personal stories with me.
Surprisingly, the hardest blogs to write have also been the blogs that people have related to the most.
 
We often convince ourselves that no one will else will understand what we’re going through, so we struggle in silence. Blogging has helped me realize how much we crave honest connection. Let someone know if you relate to their story. Hope is ignited when we realize we’re not alone.
 
Or, if you’re feeling really brave, give someone the gift of going second. Share your story first. It will usually give someone else the courage to share too. 

You were there
at the beginning
from my very first breath
when my eyes opened to see
the loving family you gave me.
 
You were there
in the room
when my innocence was lost
your heart broke at the sight
you comforted me through the dark nights.
 
You were there
at the parties
when we celebrated life
joy and laughter filled the air
surrounded by people who care.

​Over the past 2 years, blogging has become a part of my life. As a blogger, you put your words out there, not knowing who will read them. This part is a little scary. And most of the time, you have no idea how your words impact someone, but you continue to write. You trust that the words you have been given are meant to be shared with others for a reason. This is the life of a blogger.
 
Once in awhile, someone might share with you how your words have helped or encouraged them. These moments are gifts….little reminders that your words are making a difference. It’s because of these moments that I continue to write. 

Faded and hidden
My eyes still see
These scars upon my body
How can you still love me?

​Beauty for ashes
Yet I still see
These scars upon my body
Am I still your masterpiece?

Evidence of pain
Overwhelmed with shame
Felt like I was the one to blame
Then I called upon your name

You took my shame
Said I wasn’t to blame
That you still love me the same
And that’s when hope came

​These scars now remind me
That I have survived
Healing is possible
You have a purpose for my life

These scars now remind me
Of what you carried me through
Your love lit the way through the darkness
My scars point me back to you ​