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My Story.



YESSSS‼️ My comeback has not been easy & to be honest, it’s been VERY uncomfortable & unclear at times, but, the potter is molding me, stretching me & healing me. EVERYDAY! “I am the clay, you are the potter; I am the work of your hands.” Isaiah 64:8 🙌🏼

I never imagined I’d be here, but, He knew & promised to take care of me. “When my mother forsake me, the Lord will take care of me.” Psalm 27:10 🙌🏼  I trust Him. Even when it’s hard. Court was huge for me.. in a lot of ways & it’s been VERY eye opening, but, I know who was on my side, even when my own mother forsake & lied to me. But it’s ok, I forgive her. Not for her, not because she’s asked, but for ME. FYI: My family did NOT abandoned her. Her choices set our boundaries!

 Just please pray for her! 🙏🏼

I know things that many do not, but they will all be part of my story and my healing & I don’t know why God allowed me to see & experience these things but I know He has a purpose & I will trust that.

Im still a work in progress & thank YOU for being on this journey with me!! Your prayers, love & friendship means more than most of you will ever know! 🥰

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