I’m just a girl. A girl who made a lot of mistakes. I’m just a girl with a normal story who made a lot of mistakes. I’m just a girl who loved a boy and had sex and then got her heart broken. I’m just a girl who turned to drinking to heal my broken heart, only to find the bottom of a bottle and an empty heart. I’m just a girl who turned to drugs to numb the pain, only to find that the high faded and the pain remained.
I’m just a girl who started searching. Looking for something that could heal all my broken pieces. I looked in my friends, and found comfort but not healing. I looked in family, and I found love but not healing. Then I looked in grace, in the loving arms of a Savior, and I found healing.
He found me broken, humbled, and licking my wounds created from years of sin. He found me in a desperate place, running to anything that promised gratification. He found me crying out for help.
Aren’t we all the same? We all have a story. We are all looking for someone to take our hurt, heal our pain, or give us joy. We are all searching for something that gives us hope that this isn’t all there is.
So what’s your story? What are you running from, and where are you running to? When will you accept the grace that is so freely given?