truth, false.

Last Sunday, at church, we were challenged/asked to head to the back of the sanctuary, grab a piece of paper, and write a truth and false. The truth was that of Jesus' truth, the false was how you thought of yourself before Jesus. My truth: loved, my false: worthless.

Jason(Pastor) told the church that tears were shed while he was writing his truth and false, but stubborn me thought I could hold it together. I walked to the back of the sanctuary, grabbed a paper, and started writing. As I wrote, I was shaking because I was holding back tears. I couldn't hold the tears back any longer, so I went to be alone and cry as much as I could before I had to go back. My emotions made it impossible for me to go in front of the whole church, so I stayed back. I stayed back, even after Elena and Rubi offered to go up with me.

Now, the reason I cried so much was because this stupid false is always fighting its way back into my heart. I'm glad that my family was there for me. My oldest sister came up behind me and held me while I cried, as did my other sister, Stephanie. God showed me right then and there that I am LOVED.