The Debacle of Self

My self was first taken from me before I knew me.

My self was restored after a miserably abusive marriage.

My self was redeemed by a merciful God.

My self was entangled with the pain and agony of abuse.

My self was lost with years of grief.

My self only restored by my hope in a higher power.

My self still learning what grace means.

My self heighened to new levels of understanding.

My self given fully over to the Creator of the Universe.

Silhouette of a person holding a sword against a vibrant sunset backdrop.

#UCU – Learn to find yourself.


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