It is amazing to look back at words that were written from the deepest place of my heart. It makes me reflect on where I was during that time and how I longed to be in a different place. During that time of my life I was struggling and climbing out of a dark place. But here is the good news...I was climbing and not wallowing. That clawing and climbing pushed me to be more adamant about what I knew all along - that I was destined for great things, that I wasn't built strong and resilient for nothing, and that God loves every single part of me.
So don't despise the pain. Don't reject the discomfort. Don't run from the tears. They all serve their purpose.