Dear daughter, what did I miss, for you to surrender to this? You are worthy of respect; you are not a toss-up looking for a check. You were born to be a queen, and not someone’s freaky little thing. Rubies and diamonds don’t compare to the crown of glory you will wear. My little girl, please don’t be without hope in the pain that you wear, because Jesus is still there.
I speak my truth
They call me Stormi