It was mid- October as we had a usual morning, rushing to Northridge to meet our guest speaker of the week. It was a Tuesday.
After long hours of thinking and processing, why did I run so fast and so hard after it? What got me to not give up? What stopped me from looking back and being destroyed? What was it and how was it me?
This is a story about how my journey began. I didn’t know that it would take years for me to actually capture what I had been taught this summer but I’m thankful my spirit captured it.
There was something I read just a bit ago that captured my heart enough to put the book down and I knew I had to start typing.
Now. Let me tell you.. This is something I don’t normally tell with such details. That voice. That whisper I heard. The yells of pain that I heard..
As I shared, my feet were injured.. that means both feet. I couldn’t move. I was on bed rest..
…All this to say, my birthday’s are something truly meaningful to me and it shares such a deep and dear story of my life.