Tomorrow I\'m still grateful.
Grateful that the way is being paved right before me. In my own nakedness I was ashamed of the things I\'ve done. Oh the things that came across my lips. I had a cement way of thinking. There was no way around it. There was no way threw it, other than being broken.
In my own brokenness I\'m being made whole. I used to ask the questions: why, why, why, and why me? In gaining those answers it dawned upon me;
Even though I\'ve been banging my head against a brick wall =
I was given medical attention.
Even though my ears was tuned into distractions=
I was given patience.
The tools that are being given to me now, equips me for bigger things.
Things that\'s bigger than what I assumed was immense. I\'m growing, I\'m evolving, I\'m being made into the woman I was meant to be.
For that I am eternally grateful.