In October 1993 I couldn’t stuff my dark feelings inside any longer. My deep down place, the one where I had crammed my feelings, overflowed that fall.
Hello dear one.
I know your heart was breaking at your birthday party.
I learned to discern God’s voice for the first time in August 1993, as a troubled 15-year-old girl.
Let’s have a cup of tea and talk for a while.
I know you’re confused, embarrassed, and ashamed about what happened with this boy.
Curiosity. Fear. Excitement. Worry. Freedom. Suppression.
This tug-of-war waged inside me as a young teen.