There was a time in my life when I was stuck—trapped in cycles of regret, shame, and questions about my worth. I kept looking back at my past, wishing I could rewrite chapters that were filled with mistakes and missed opportunities. I wore my failures like a label, unsure if I could ever break free from the identity I thought I had created for myself.
But everything changed when I encountered this verse:
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” — 2 Corinthians 5:17
It hit me deeply. I realized that I didn’t have to carry the weight of my past any longer. That through Christ, I wasn’t just forgiven—I was made new. It wasn’t about pretending the past didn’t happen, but about allowing God to transform it into something beautiful. I began to see my scars not as signs of shame, but as proof of survival and grace.
This verse became my anchor during times when doubt tried to pull me back. Each time I remembered it, I stood a little taller. I lived with more purpose, more courage, and more compassion—not just for others, but for myself too.
Looking back now, I thank God for the journey. My story is no longer defined by brokenness, but by redemption. The old has gone, and truly, the new is here.