Through everything, through all the humiliation, through all the rejection, through all the seemingly endless pain, there was something inside of me that wouldn’t let me quit. A quiet but strong voice that said, “No, you can make it,” when everything in me wanted to give up. It gave me strength. A strength that I could not have had on my own. That’s how I know God is real. That’s how I know the Holy Spirit is real. And that’s how I know Jesus Christ is real. Because I was completely weak and vulnerable, and He gave me strength.
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