I glance at myself in the mirror not really seeing the reflection itself but what the deep eyes tell that lies beneath the image of myself in its tangible form. For the first time in what seemed an eternity I’m not ashamed of what I see. It isn’t that girl that held a tight grip on her childhood traumas to mask the bitterness that was consuming her inside. It isn’t the girl that built up walls for fear of heartbreak. It isn’t the girl who felt alone in a room full of people, or the one who shut others out because she believed that meant independence. It’s the girl who believes that we all need each other, one who is slowly learning to let go. The one that’s opening her heart to what appears impossible. The one who’s understanding it’s no good to be alone. Only one thing made that difference: A hunger for God. I came to the realization that I could not base my faith on the waves of emotions I feel at one moment or another. Struggles happen, heartbreak happens, as well as achievements. But time and time again I have to remind myself that I have to praise God in the struggle, in the heartbreak; not only when I’ve met my selfish needs. Because everything brings us to where God wants us to be and our job is to trust and obey. Regardless of the doubt, fear, depression, and bitterness, the light that is God will alway find his way to us and a breakthrough that once was perceived as unattainable will come without a warning. I know because I’m living by that promise. Though the storms may come my way and despite the doubt I feel, Jesus always comes through for me. Whatever is going on, trust in him and he will come through for you.