Over and over I trusted the God who had plucked me from the darkness.
He called me, He would equip me.
But after months of practice, I stumbled.
Panic.
The girl not to be trusted.
Incapable.
Forgetful.
Girl who got pregnant before she was married and who would always be a loser.
Rejected.
Unapproved of.
Lost.
And just like that, I located the most reliable person who could take up the reins,
trusted her, instead of God.
It happened fast.
Automatic.
Covert.
Until God woke me up from my spiritual daze.
He chose me.
Me.
The girl not to be trusted.
Incapable.
Forgetful.
Who got pregnant before I was married and who would always be a loser.
Rejected.
Unapproved of.
Lost.
But He called me.
I wrestled the reins back and trusted the God who chose me to direct my steps.
And He did.
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