I once knew a girl who knew everything.
She knew what she thought.
She knew who she trusted.
She knew love couldn’t be bought.
She knew fearing men who lusted.
She knew when to run.
She knew how to hide.
She knew how to be fake.
She knew to be snide.
She knew how to be kind.
She knew when to cut deep.
She knew not to step out of line.
She knew love didn’t come cheap.
She knew how to say what she thought people wanted to hear.
She knew how to put on a false veneer.
She knew that deep down it wouldn’t last.
She knew she’d eventually have to face her past.
She knew devastation.
She knew loss, not gain.
She knew hesitation.
She knew the heartbreak of pain.
She knew how crawling an inch can feel like a mile.
She knew that people prefer a smile.
She knew what it was to wish life would be different.
She knew how to stick to her guns and be obstinate.
She knew what she was supposed to do.
She knew the lies that she thought were true.
She knew perhaps what life could be…..
She.
Was.
Me.
I’ve learned a lot since I once knew everything.
Growth and grace have been key ingredients in being freed from this lock box of a past that I kept myself in for far too long.
I know God doesn’t waste anything, even when I feel like I’ve wasted so much of my life stuck in sad patterns.
But sometimes we really just need to look back (even if it’s 20 years ago) to see how much we’ve changed.
I’ve learned a lot since I once knew everything. And I hope I never stop!
