By the age of 19, I had become pregnant, became a single mother, left home, and was running from God. God tried to get my attention at the age of 16 but I wanted nothing to do with him although I grew up in "church". I didn’t care. What I had seen wasn't always a true representation of who God was. I wanted to do my “own” thing and prove to others I was grown. I thought I had it figured out. Behind the smile were pain, anger, loneliness, shame, fear, no identity, and many other things. But through it all, I tried to prevail. I didn't realize that I had a purpose. That my life was worth something. I sought pleasure in areas that didn't seem to make me feel worthy. Little did I know how much God really loved me. Little did I know that God was right there with me through every hardship and heartbreak. Little did I know that I was destined to do work in God's kingdom and blossom into that BeYoutiful Flower.