Learning to Reflect on the Rugged Years of Life

Old Post Office

Learning to think about the rugged years of my life.

The wear and tear that knock holes in the interior walls of who I am.  The blows that threaten to compromise any stability.

There is a beauty that still lies within.

Without the light shining in, it would be impossible to notice.  I am thankful for that light.

Praying for renewed confidence in the person I am created to be.  Praying for the vision to see dreams laid out before me.

May the scars of my past not hide the potential that lives within me.