When I look back on my life leading up to 28 I find myself truly in awe, wonder and shock.
I look back 10 years ago, of who I was then— and the truth is…it’s nice to think about what life would’ve been like had I made different choices. But the scars my choices gave me forced me to find supernatural strength to heal. God did the healing I was merely a participant in the work He was doing.
Wounds may heal— but even faded scars still show. And it’s because of my scars that I can see that I wasn’t defeated. I wasn’t alone. The life I chose then is different than the one I choose now.
Bridges were burned.
Lessons were learned.
My past may show how far I’ve come, but it’s who I choose to be now that truly matters.
My vision for my life at 18 was linear. It turns out my pride showed me that humility may only grow when you get tired of feeding your ego.
Starve your ego, and you’ll find yourself. And when I experienced a version of me that I was proud of for the first time, the me I’ve been striving to be, I couldn’t help but smile at myself in the mirror and say,
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you. I love you.”
andrea statler 