For the longest time, I could only see what was right in front of me. My vision was limited because my thoughts were corrupt, and I would often compromise who I was just to be accepted by people I wasn’t too fond of. I always wondered and asked, “Who am I, and Lord, why did…

Who nurtured the woman who gave birth? Who gave her the love she needed and the care she deserved at such a tender age? Who validated and told her she was special and wasn’t a mistake? Who told her that she was created in the image of God and that her worth was found in…