The last two years have been learning years for me. I’ve learned to find my voice. I’ve learned to say goodbye. I’ve learned that choosing hope is different than giving up. I’ve learned that being broken-honestly, truly, shattered is beautiful. I’ve learned that I feel the most beautiful when my hubby tells me I’m strong. When he whispers to me that I am brave. I’ve learned that we all have a story and that stories are meant to be told. Not only around the campfire but from the pages of a blog to the pages of a book to the conference rooms around the world. I’ve learned that your story doesn’t have to define you, but it is a part of you, and that true redemption is found when the scary words are shared. Our stories are so important-so vital. They are necessary, and they are a blessing and a balm to the soul.
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