From a young age, I was told having children may never happen at all but if it did, it certainly wouldn't be natural and would most definitely be a challenge. But even from that young age, I held so tightly to the dream that one day I would have my own children.
I genuinely do not know what I would do without grace. What I do know is that perfection, for me, is the antithesis of grace. Perfection is striving to be a person without faults or defects, and it is something I struggle with. Trying to be perfect is tiring. Putting on a perfect façade seems to be so common these days with the likes of social media.
A sinner lost, broken, surviving. Longing to be loved and accepted, even by my own parents, good behaviour and school grades were rewarded. My coping mechanism in life was to please people. How?