I was a sinner, making the same mistakes over and over. Heartache as the tears poured. Hurt, abused, broken and self meditateding. No hope could I see, no end in sight. Suicide thoughts ran rapid through my mind as my heart broke more. Finally at the end no where to turn, I hit my knees. Cried and begged to the one who created me. Life I no longer wanted, asking him to save me and end my pain. But my creator knee how strong he made me and knew I was a fighter. In stead of ending me, he created a little baby in me. He fixed what was broken by giving me a life to love and love him. He opened my heart and made me see who I was meant to be. He said you are my daughter, fix your crown and fight. Pieces of me are still broken, I fight everyday to be better and do better. I’m greatful he sent grace to save me and not death to end me
Saved by his grace
