I realized I was the same age as many of these girls when I was pregnant in high school. I also could empathize and understand their lack of emotional and relational support. Many of their parents also had an addiction. We were caught in the same mess and missing something we really needed. Yet, there was an enormous difference in the outcome of our futures.

Was God going to use my past and teen pregnancy?

I had no idea how. I had carried it with shame for a long time in certain spaces. I was proud of my family but not necessarily how I got there.

God has a way of taking what was supposed to(or did) break us to bring us to Him and then using it for His ultimate Glory.

He is ultimately the reason I had a connection with teen girls in Kenya. I could feel the tears burn in my eyes, and I was totally distracted. But I quickly pushed them down and kept going. The sun was going down, and we needed to finish. I would have to process it another time. Later, I made a little post about that moment like any good Gen X would. Many people commented and asked for the whole story.

What does my 25-year-old have to do with Flourish Kenya?