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.
7 comments:
You were adorable. Love the Photographs and your beautiful words.
What a precious little girl! I want to scoop her up and hold her until all the scaries are gone. Continue to allow Jesus to do just that, with your child-like arms held high. He will always pick you up and be your comfort.
The first one tugs at my heart. You can see the "lostness" in your eyes. ((hugs))
Mary, I thank God for you!
I love this, Mary. And especially poignant since your memoir is coming out soon. (It is, right?)
hearts & Hugs! You look like all three of your kids combined!
Great post! God has a beautiful plan for all of us, even those with broken pasts.
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