Mess of a Dreamer

The world has enough women who know how to do their hair. It needs women who know how to do hard and holy things.


All i’ve wanted my whole life is for someone to choose me.
To see my flaws. To see me at my worse and to still
choose me.
So i began my search. At 19 i met a cute boy. He loved me. I gave him everything.

He stopped choosing me.

I met another cute boy…and another…and another…
I gave them my heart and my body.

They stopped choosing me.

And through it all, through the rejections, the heartache, the sadness and tears, There was ONE who never left me.
Who never stopped choosing me.

I did not choose Him, no…

and even in my darkest days, my doubts, my drowning in sins, my rebellion, my hate, He did not let go.
My Father, My God, He chooses me everyday…and my…when i realized that, when that sunk in, My whole life changed.

He chooses me everyday.
He loves me.


John 15:16


— steph

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"I am forgetting the sound of your voice and how I felt for you; this dream was long but I’m waking up."

— T.B. LaBerge

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