Dove was just shy of being 12. This meant she was still 11 on the cusp of being 12, but also afraid of turning 12, and wanted to hold it at far away as possible, like a healthy person picking up a dirty kleenex. Being eleven meant being allowed to cuddle under a blanket when she said the wrong thing again at school and eating cookies with root beer at the end of a long week to forget the mental gymnastics of balancing school and friends. Yes, twelve meant you needed to be someone and Dove very much didn't know who she wanted to be. Joy, I'm sad. I don't see anything good in me, and when I do, it goes away so quickly. The Lord's plan never changes for you. I want so badly to do all these big things for Him, but all He asks of me is to come. To come to Him just as I am. Story ideas -pride and dishonesty -not being self-aware Antagonists dishonesty insecurity that they are not the best Protagonist Journey of being insecure, and doubtful to firm To go through ascension one must go through cruxifiction Instead of despair find comfort in prayer