It’s a story I’ve spent many years creating, and the reminder is collaged along my office cabinets as a memory marker each morning of all that is good and precious in motherhood.  A legacy I once believed could never be mine.  A story I was convinced would not be able to withstand the chains of a broken past. It’s not a perfect story by any means.  But it is a beautiful story. One steeped in redemption and lavished with the truth of God’s everlasting love. Legacies written in grace and mercy are always beautiful.  ←Tweet This! Perhaps like me, you know what it’s like to grow up in a home filled with anger and abuse…to breathe in worthless and exhale shame. Perhaps you remember the blows and searing pain of rejection… to be cast out by a parent who should have loved you deeply.  Continue Reading