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not everyone agrees with her, not everyone supports her, but her God goes with her and that's what sustains her.
morgan harper-nichols
I am human: flawed, messy, stressed, but loved despite it all. I choose to believe that there is a grace among the chaos our earth presents, because it means our lives are worth something. We aren't here by coincidence and our existence isn't random. As we grow older, we start to slowly discover what that purpose is. It isn't an overnight phenomenon but rather a piece by piece learning process that never truly ends.
I want this site to be filled with little pieces of my life that paint an image of how God is moving in my life, and what He can do in yours as well. I'm not perfect but I don't have to be, because I am loved by a perfect Father. So as you look around, just know that the girl who is writing this right now, is going through life just like you are, and she wouldn't be here without Christ leading her.
xx, libby grace
I want this site to be filled with little pieces of my life that paint an image of how God is moving in my life, and what He can do in yours as well. I'm not perfect but I don't have to be, because I am loved by a perfect Father. So as you look around, just know that the girl who is writing this right now, is going through life just like you are, and she wouldn't be here without Christ leading her.
xx, libby grace
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