J
I am starting life over. For the past two years I've even learning who I am, what I'm worth, and whey I should put up with. I am learning to be broken, to admit, and to experience emotion. Picture this: a toddler so abused that she lives in her own world. She's happy in her fantasy, but avoids reality. You can play along side her, but you cannot engage her since to engage her is too much of a link to reality. This child is me. I am different as an adult, obviously, but this child is still in me. She's afraid to feel because she has to admit pain. She's afraid to feel because it's easier to pretend. Please pray as Im trying to coax this little girl into Jesus' arms though she will have nothing to do with him.