Everyone has a past and everyone has a story…
I believe mine is like most growing up in a home where many of my physical needs were met. My parents truly did the best they could with what they had. I am the oldest with a younger brother. Once a ballerina who loved to dance and perform.
My parents divorced when I was a young teenager and this change took a great toll on my life. I suffered an eating disorder which led me to the Emergency room. Though this was traumatic and a huge low in my life and my families this will always be a big part of my faith. I realized in the hospital at the tender age of 15 that this was my rock bottom and I began to surrender to God. We went to church some, but this was the first time I really talked to Him and began a relationship.
I was given a miracle, my kidney failure along with other problems were restored, but this was only the beginning. I spent several years trying to “be better” in all areas of my life and I would always come back to the same empty result. It wasn’t until I truly surrendered my life. I was 19 when I accepted the free gift that Jesus died for me and washed me clean. I will never be perfect, this life isn’t perfect, but I know my God is.
“Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come.”
-2 Corinthians 5:17 NASB
I decided to get stamped with a tattoo 6 years ago it is on my top left foot and it says, love, pain, faith this is a reminder to me that the pain in my life got my attention, His great unending love for me never fails and faith keeps me going.