The Boogeyman of My Past
I can’t rewrite the past. I can’t unmake the mother I was. But I can surrender what remains. I can place it into the hands of a God who heals, who restores, who makes all things new. And I can rejoice, knowing that my daughter has broken the cycle. That she has chosen faith over fear. That she is raising her daughter not in the shadows of what was, but in the light of what can be.
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