This morning waking up I had an insight, one similar to many I’ve had the past 2 months yet still profoundly different so I chose to write about it and share it with you.
I believe this is exactly what God intended.
Nothing could’ve happened differently.
This awakening needed emptiness, not comfort.
It needed me stripped of fallback options and safety nets, old patterns, and all distractions.
I needed to stand alone, face the silence, and finally walk through it and not around it.
And so, I thank God.
For this pain. For this emptiness. For the clarity.
I see the signs. I feel the support and the hand on my shoulder.
My love for her remains eternal. I carry hope but more importantly, I carry responsibility.
I don’t just look to share my healing, but to make amends.
This isn’t about pride. It’s about peace.
I will carry this transformation with me for the rest of my life.
I’m accepting the unknown and giving in to fate and faith. I believe.
That’s where miracles happen.