Twelve

When I started high school, one of the most traumatic events of my life occurred. My family fell apart. The foundations of my world crumbled. I was surviving. I was suicidal. Everything in life was wrong, and everything in life hurt.

When I started high school, I went to my first church. I was welcomed by strangers in a way I was never welcomed by my blood relatives.

When I started high school, I began to hope again. I had found resolve to win this war. I was unwilling to allow myself to be defeated by anyone.

When I was in high school, I met Him. His calling was so strong, so loud, that I could do little but weep, uncertain how else to respond. I was led to the altar, and I met Him: my Jesus.

It was December 29, 2002.10888518_539499014141_5867061652704453933_n

I’m in my late twenties now, and I have joy beyond measure and have seen and felt redemption in the most beautifully creative ways. I have been given new family. I have been given new life.

Twelve years I have been with Him. Twelve years I have walked with Him, wandered from Him, found Him waiting for me. Twelve years He has taught me. Twelve years I have been in love.

Happy Anniversary, my beloved Savior, my gracious Jesus, my kind Father, my steadfast Companion. The grace You’ve bestowed, I can never repay, but what little my small life can offer, I will give it all because You first gave all for me.

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