Loss defined who I was for nearly five years. I lost myself to the loss of my children. I was shell of the person I know God created me to be, and it wasn’t until I believed the truth of what He’s said about me that I could live in my “and that’s okay” season.
I used to be a cheerleader.
And this might be shocking, but I truly believed deep in my heart people came to the game to watch our chants, stunts, and mad synchronization skills (ha!).
The hard facts of life always come, and I learned NOBODY was there for me. Maybe mom and dad. And maybe guys were checking out the super pretty blonde next to me ( i had braces, thick thighs, and frizzy hair). But let's be real the rest were there for the game.