A few months ago someone I really admire told me I was living a beautiful life. At the moment I wanted to slap her. My life was far from beautiful. I was struggling with my past, facing it finally but I would face it by day and smother it with food by night. I wanted to face the pain but when I did it hurt too much. And that's just what was going on then we won't even delve into the past that brought me to that point.
Life has been a struggle this year, far from beautiful. Yet every time I see this friend she reminds me I am beautiful and I think about my beautiful life. I have sorta taken back my life this year... taken it back from anti-depressants, shame, loneliness, pill popping. Then, I reluctantly handed it back to my Father.
This is where it gets beautiful. He took it. All the pieces I had found, then, he went and found some more. He put them all together so flawlessly that it is hard to tell that I strayed from His plan, that things in my life were created by evil, that was not Him. He is Amazing. He has made a Beautiful Life.
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