Enough

The world today makes us believe that we are not enough. You hear people say your not good enough for this and that, but whoever gave humans the right to judge if we are enough? 

The world says your not:

- Brave 

- Beautiful 

- Strong 

- Worth it

- Loveable 

What if you believed you are enough? What if you saw what God saw? 

Because God says...

- You are brave. ( Habakkuk 3:19 ) 

- You are beautiful. ( 1 Peter 3:3-4 ) 

- You are strong. ( Philippians 4:12 ) 

- You are worth it. ( Proverbs 31:10 ) 

- You are loved. ( Romans 5:8 ) 

I didn't always believe what God thought of me. I let the world tell me who I was and create my identity. It wasn't until I believed what God thought of me that the world had no say in who I was. 

Our identity is found in God. He created us in his very own image. Before you let the world tell you who you are today, let God. Because you are enough. 

XO 

My story

Every story is not a fairytale. Not every story has a happily ever after. God, the ultimate author, is the only one who can write our story. This is the story God has written about me so far...  My family were foster parents. There were always kids in and out of my home with tragic stories. Babies born addicted, abandoned kids, abused kids ect. Never once was a child a bad experience until my family decided to take in a teenage girl when I was in 7th grade. She had to use my room so I got to move my room into the basement, but had I known I would have never given up my room. That one jester led to many more that I had no choice in, she did. I lost my family, my friends, and my stuff. Everything I had she wanted. Over the course of the two years she lived with us my entire life was turned upside down. It was in a downward spiral after she moved in. I was bullied, sexually and physically abused and attempted to be raped four times one of which was successful. I'll admit it, I handled it all poorly. My arms were bleeding, I was drowning in pills, the sound of food made me sick, my life was spinning out of control in a blink of an eye and no one ever noticed. This went on for years. The amount of times I should have died are more than I can count. I should have more scars then I do. I was scared, broken, ashamed, and hopeless at least thats what Satan put in my head. The day I broke down to my best friend and begged for help was the best day of my life. It has been two years since my last overdose and let me just say it has not been easy. Through it all God was taking care of me. He kept me here for a reason and never did he leave me. Im sitting here today writing my story all because my author didn't end my book. Hopefully I can encourage at least one person out there to leave their story in Gods hands because YOU are so worth it. Everyone of you are beautiful, loved, and worth it :)