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Hello Friends!

I'm Liv, and I'm so glad you found my blog!

Well this is an about me page, so I guess I should tell you about me...

Like I said, I'm Liv, well technically it's Olivia, but my friends call me Libby. Anyway, I'm a college senior, pursuing a counseling/criminal justice degree, in hopes of working in ministry with foster kids one day, and I'm writing Trusting Grace as a way to pursue a passion of speaking life into people, and a way to let myself out in this crazy college journey.

A few things you should know

First-- I love Jesus, and that bleeds into the way I share my story and advice with you all. While I hope I can speak into all walks of life and belief systems, please know this is where I'm coming from first and foremost.

Second-- I am a college student. I know it says that above, but that may affect some things on Trusting Grace. For instance, finals week probably won't be the time I decide to write five blog posts back to back. So, if I disappear for a week or so on you guys, I'll try to let you know, but if I go MIA just assume I'm drowning in papers.

Third-- I care. My goal in life is to be the woman I needed during my middle school, high school, and college years, so please know this is a safe place for young women to learn, grow and be encouraged.

I think that's all...

Please, join me on my journey of finding the life God made for us, and trusting in the joy of His goodness

Love, 
Liv 

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