My father took these pictures of me when I was four and five years old, some difficult years. Seeing them again make me sad and happy all at once. Sad because I see how very young I was when I faced adult-sized trials. Happy because I still can’t believe Jesus stooped low to lift me up and save me in every possible way.
I am whole.
Alive.
Thankful.
New.
Rejuvenated.
Set free.
Humbled.
Rejoicing.
Full of hope.
All because He saw me then, chose me, and dared to shame the wise through the foolishness of me. Thank You Jesus.
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