My old self had moments… many moments to be sure. That felt like I would not cone to be whete I sm today. I have not only survived what would break some, but I have thrived people…. yes I have evolved through what could have sunk me, what could have left me hopeless and drowning…

My faith has become a rock solid foundation.  Yes, I lean, I hang and dangle over its edge at times (recently I have been tested deeply) BUT, I survive and thrive in the end. God does that, of that I have no doubt, but my old self faltered, pushed, and prayed herself into the strength to make it to here, the SIXTY-EIGHTH LEVEL OF LIFE.  Yep… my old self is smiling as I look over my shoulder folks… I AM A THRIVEHER…