The past four months have been a blur. Some days flew by me at a pace I could not keep up with, and some days I was sinking slowly into sadness.
My peace was gone.
The sadness felt like a sinkhole.
I was covered in guilt and shame. It blinded me.
Daily, on my own, I fought to keep my head from giving up and joining the sadness in the sinkhole.
Today, I realized that it is impossible to fight this alone.
Right now, TODAY, I am reaching out.
As soon as I ask, I see this loving hand reaching down. It reminds me of the day I fell in the lake on my 5th birthday and I saw my grandpa’s hand reaching down, miraculously, gently, and lovingly lifting me out of the water.
As my body emerges from the sinkhole, I am surrounded by love.
The sand disintegrates, and every grain is replaced by love.
His love was waiting for me.
I realized, today, that His love will never leave that place of waiting.
He will meet me there. Every time.
The sinkhole disappeared as I walked away from it.
And healed (again).
I am ready to place my feet on the new path.
Hoping to stay on the right one.