I'd been thinking about the person I gave up for Christ; the girl I used to be. Who was I? Did I even know? I don't think I met myself until I met God. I do remember how I tried to make sense of the world. Just when I thought I had it figured out, there would be one thing that just didn't fit. Or multiple things. I could never get it right
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