I am sitting by the shore pleasuring in the lapping waves of indigo blue, and you come to mind. I’m not sure why, but I surmise as I witness the beauty of nature, my mind searches for other such references. I pause with your image in the peripheral and wonder if you know, truly know, how beautiful you are?
You shared, life is hard right now. I know this to be true. I understand security seems an illusion as all once familiar seems lost; you are overwhelmed, and at times hopelessness overshadows life itself. But I also know, and I witness, amid the turmoil your spirit is still one of kindness, love, and light. This is the beauty of which I speak.
You have asked how I made my life and the life of my children whole again. To be honest, I’m not sure. The only plan I entered was a deliberate choice of healing, not just for myself, but for everyone. I chose love over anger, forgiveness over blame, letting go over holding on. I chose to let God work in me and for me, believing just as he knit me together in my mother’s womb, he would do the same in my brokenness.
It is my wish for you when the dark moments prevail; you envision a beautiful dream for your future and you cling fast to the image. My prayer is you trust God walks with you, before you, and behind you; and He has something so much better in store for you than can can imagine for yourself. I hope you come to see the beauty I see in you, the beauty which gleams to surface, even in the crashing waves.
Life-shattering moments are often marked by date and time, my friend. But strangely, healing ebbs and flows like the oceans’ waves until one day you are surprised to find yourself dipping your toes into a gentle shore.