I've said it. It's hard to say.
Knowing that I was different. Like I didn't really belong, but not knowing why.
It was their sin they tried to hide. I don't know why she didn't just end it. It's not like she was all the moral to begin with. I shouldn't have been. I was the pariah. I grew up wondering why I wasn't lovable. Why I wasn't...
Well, this isn't to rehash old feelings from my childhood. It was to claim - despite what my parents and adults in my life did - I was created by my God. I was fearfully and wonderfully made. I was made for a purpose - a purpose to glorify my Lord forever. God doesn't make mistakes.
Those old emotions/ circumstances don't have dominion over the truth in Christ Jesus. Although I am a wretch, He loves me, choose me to by His child.
Lies vs Truth