A part of me will always be that fatherless child.
The girl with braids sitting on the porch waiting for a visit from her dad that never happened.
The girl who thought maybe he loves me now, only to have him disappear again.
The girl who thought that if I could be the best at everything maybe he would realize how amazing I was.
The girl who became a young woman who accepted less than what I deserved because I didn’t think I deserved much.
The young woman who, when I finally felt love from a man, questioned whether I was worthy.
The woman who, when I wasn’t protected or respected, thought maybe this is it for me.
The young woman who didn’t realize that my true Father thought I was worth dying for.
Who didn’t realize He was there sitting with me as a child waiting on that porch, holding me together as I allowed men to break me as a young woman, and is still with me as I walk deeper into my purpose today.
Originally published on the author’s Facebook page