When I was 11, my mom died-- suddenly. She was the victim in a hit-and-run accident while jogging early in the morning. My Dad continued to raise my brother and me and I'm so thankful for the both of them. I didn't realize, however, the extent of the damage that was being done inside of me. Unknowingly, I put up a wall to protect myself from ever feeling that kind of hurt ever again, which protected me-- for a time. Eventually, that wall became a prison that would hold me back from experiencing love from others and from God.

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When I was 11, my mom died-- suddenly. She was the victim in a hit-and-run accident while jogging early in the morning. My Dad continued to raise my brother and me and I'm so thankful for the both of them. I didn't realize, however, the extent of the damage that was being done inside of me. Unknowingly, I put up a wall to protect myself from ever feeling that kind of hurt ever again, which protected me-- for a time. Eventually, that wall became a prison that would hold me back from experiencing love from others and from God.