Maybe I'll run out of words. Maybe I'll allow my head to sabotage my heart. Again. Maybe I'll believe the lies, that I'm just not ever going to be enough. Maybe I'll give up. But. Maybe I won't. I will no longer be destroyed by memories, whose only purpose stems from places in the dark, not fit for my feet to walk. I will not allow past abuse to shape my heart. And I will walk, without fear, toward the future He has lovingly laid out for me. May His face shine upon me, and continually confirm to me that I am His. And in that, I. Am. Enough.
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