Feb 27, 2003 - I'll never ever forget that day. That was the day I had no choice but to grow up. I finally had to accept that things would never be the same again. I remember just collapsing in my despair, calling upon God to take the pain of sorrow away. I was completely weak, helpless, and powerless. I look back at that very moment 3 years ago and I see how it is a reflection of what growing up means to me now. Maturity doesn't mean becoming a stronger woman. Maturity means collapsing in complete weakness and depending on the strength of Christ alone to carry me through. It's amazing how sorrow and despair can be a beautiful blessing.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2003 - I'll never ever forget that day. That was the day I had no choice but to grow up. I finally had to accept that things would never be the same again. I remember just collapsing in my despair, calling upon God to take the pain of sorrow away. I was completely weak, helpless, and powerless. I look back at that very moment 3 years ago and I see how it is a reflection of what growing up means to me now. Maturity doesn't mean becoming a stronger woman. Maturity means collapsing in complete weakness and depending on the strength of Christ alone to carry me through. It's amazing how sorrow and despair can be a beautiful blessing.
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