That’s Not How My Story Ends
There are moments in life when you pause long enough to truly reflect, not just in passing, but in a way that reaches deep into your soul. When I think about what God has done for me, when I step back and really let it settle in, something within me begins to shake. It is not a surface-level gratitude or a simple acknowledgment. It is something deeper, something that humbles me in a way I cannot fully explain. Because the truth is, when I really look at my life, at who I was, at where I have been, I cannot quite wrap my mind around it. I cannot fully understand how grace like that would find its way to me. There was nothing about me that earned it. Nothing about me that made me deserving of that kind of love. If anything, I carried flaws, mistakes, and moments I wish I could undo. I carried thoughts and choices that did not reflect anything close to perfection. And yet, in the middle of all of that, grace stepped in. Not because I had everything together, but because I didn’t. Not bec...
