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.