There I was, buried underneath the hard rocks of life, gasping for air while my choices shoved me deeper into the earth. I was the diamond stuck so deep in the debris of decisions that I needed God's love to loosen the ground that covered me. I needed His patience and power to apply pressure and extract the value I thought I lost. I needed his faithful love to chastise me. I was guilty of abusing myself by allowing others to mistreat me. Isn't it sarcastically funny how we tend to misuse valuable components of ourselves when we do not understand creation's original intent?

I cried... Uncover me, Lord, and recover the sectors of my heart. As God revealed me, my story started to unravel, then shame and guilt gripped my story before it could leave my fingertips. I could not write this book without wondering, what are people going to think? What do they think of me now? I started asking myself if I were selfish for being hesitant with sharing the details that molded me into who I am today.