Se minha vida fosse um livro, eu poderia começar assim:
“Este não é um conto de fadas….mas tem um final feliz.”
“Era uma garota tipicamente revoltada e cheia de traumas….“
“Nunca pensei que minha vida daria um livro, mas o meu nome já estsva escrito no livro mais importante de todos….“
“Quando penso em tudo que passei pra chegar até aqui, não posso deixar de sorrir. Deus realmente tem senso de humor.“
“Este livro é sobre uma história de amor…não, acho que tá mais para drama, com algum suspense e muitos momentos que te farão rir. Mas no fim, ainda é sobre amor, um amor incompreensível.“
“Tu formaste o meu interior
e me teceste no ventre de minha mãe.
Eu te agradeço por me teres feito de modo tão extraordinário;
tuas obras são maravilhosas, e disso eu sei muito bem.
Tu me observavas quando eu estava sendo formado em segredo,
enquanto eu era tecido na escuridão.
Tu me viste quando eu ainda estava no ventre;
cada dia de minha vida estava registrado em teu livro,
cada momento foi estabelecido quando ainda nenhum deles existia.” Salmos 139:13-16
If my life were a book, I could start it like this:
“Once upon a time, there was an orphan girl who lived in a distant, wasted land…untill she found she was not orphan at all.“
“If I could rewrite the story of my life, of course I would do some things differently, but then I remember that the king of the universe wrote it, so I shouldn’t change a thing.“
“This is the story of a broken girl, who found healing in doing exactly what she thought she’d never do….“
“I cried, I screamed, I changed. I became harsh and indifferent, until he came and change everything, from the inside out.”
“Everyone is looking for something, or someone to fill the void. This is the story of how hard I try to fill it with everything I could, even though the answer was before me since the beggining.“
“When I think about everything I’ve been through to get here, I can’t help but smile. God really has a sense of humor.”
“For you formed my inmost being.
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to you,
for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Your works are wonderful.
My soul knows that very well.
My frame wasn’t hidden from you,
when I was made in secret,
woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my body.
In your book they were all written,
the days that were ordained for me,
when as yet there were none of them.” Psalm 139:13-16
I was lost. His love found me! 