My memory of my childhood, growing up and everything until 2019, aside from major moments in my life mentioned in previous book ""When I Am Weak, Then I Am Strong,"" has always been rather fuzzy. Perhaps because the majority went undocumented or got lost along the way. Add in a dose of potential concussion as well as mom brain over the last few years, and you don't get a much better outcome. But as my walk with God has grown deeper and more personal, my head space has been clearing. I am beginning to recall more subtle moments and memories, uncovering some deeply buried ways in which I believed I had to abandon myself in order to be loved in and by the world. Until I found myself in God.