I just came across this article today from LifeSiteNews. It’s a beautiful story of conversion, of hope, and the transformation of a painful life by the grace of God.
Her story calls to mind parts of my own, where both she and I felt, (in her words), that “no one would ever truly love me. Not even God.” My poem Discarded reflects the way I felt most of my life: No one, no where, would–or could–ever find me worth loving. This belief seemed borne out in my life both from perceived (and real) rejection I received from nearly every woman towards whom I ever expressed interest.