Reflecting on my past has transformed from painful recounting, into an evident reminder of hope for the future. I think of all the moments that used to make me question whether a "god" existed, and in all of the darkest situations, I was given the grace to endure. Overcoming situations of abuse and feeling worthless has prepared me for a future of connecting, and being drawn to the broken. Not to say there are moments that I don't still question, because there are plenty of those. Now I just have the faith that those answers will be revealed to me in the future, because my soul and mind are constantly growing in the healing process. The people and the places that have been prepared for me to meet and see, overflow my heart with gratitude. I cannot wait to see what the future holds.