Seeds of the Heart

Memories are the fond things we remember about life, or at least they are supposed to be. I suspect that most mamas tell their little girls about becoming a woman. Love is always happily ever after. Growing up should have been marked with beautiful stories about train rides to visit my hometown of Shreveport, Louisiana. However, life for me consisted of unfathomable wickedness and pure evil by the ones closest to my heart. By the grace of God, a seed of hope was planted, and I was able to find love in an unlovable situation. I expressed my heart through writings and found victory in Jesus Christ. After many years of stumbling through a wilderness, I now have peace, learned to forgive, and live again.