Although I am a product of the DCF system, I have been molested, beaten, cheated on, lied to and abandoned. I survived, I WAS JUST UNFINISHED.
Looking back on that season of life, I wish I could pull my younger self close and tell her that one day she’d feel a little less unfinished. I wish I could tell her God was 100% tuned in to the beauty of who she was becoming. And I’d tell her that she was not alone, there were a lot of people around her who were also unfinished in some way. Because here’s what I’ve learned:
Unfinished doesn’t equal Unworthy.