Well-dressed Stories

True story, written by heart. A girl who grew up hurt, lost and confused. Depressed and suicidal, until she starts abiding into Christ, she then tries to change her way of life, how she lived and what she did, remembering God's promises. Growing up in a differently cultured house with differently cultured parents is a hard thing; misunderstood, abused, bullied, self-infliction, and even sexual harassment. But God had more to this girl's story than she thought. She believed that He was doing something in her, and despite the fact she wanted to have ended it all for herself, she learned that 'it is well.' Through it all, her eyes were on Him.

She watched as the attenuate red and brilliant golden painted leaves mixed within the muddy browns that would soon wither away, ever so often a few would gracefully descend down to the forest floor, the frigid air already affecting the nature. winter is fast approaching. The young woman made her way though the thick forest. Her bovine blue eyes lightening up as the trees started to thin Solace flooded through her veins as she crossed the tree line and out into the small clearing consisting of a rather ample oak tree, its limbs interwoven like a maze within itself. A diminutive smile danced onto her face taking a deep breath she began to climb up the tree not stopping until she reached the branch she decided was her spot. She would spend most of here time up in the tree drawing the wildlife. Here the girl felt whole but she knew well she was the polar opposite, she was broken. How she got to this point was beyond her knowledge yet she knew where it started, him. The worst of it all is the girl had no cognition of who he was to her, no memories no reasoning as to why she feels her chest tightening with anguish at the mere thought of this faceless ghost.

Sometimes you are graced with a lovely sight, or you find yourself in the ideal opportunity, but you chicken out anyway. Join me in my ever-failing attempts to get a date.