Time would heal my wounds, and courage would eventually merge the pieces of my soul. Before God was my everything, I was a floating vessel in search of solid ground.
No, I am not a hero. My experiences are cringe-worthy. Navigating God's purpose in the aftermath isn't always easy. Who am I, and why me?
In the back of it all is the fear whispering, "Am I good enough?"
Life happens to us all. I admit I pouted more than I should. As a non-crier, I cried a few times. I begged God to end this cycle, and we fought in the canyons of hopelessness. He won.
There was relief
In the final sigh..
When surrender felt
Like breath of life..
I remember the first time I saw the Mel Gibson film, "Passion of the Christ." Every part of that movie brought history to life. The sacrifice of Jesus Christ on that cross impacted me. If I close my eyes and you do, it paralyzes and delivers a punch to the gut, still.
Through my doubt and fear, He will raise a mighty voice for those left feeling voiceless, powerless, and lost in a Christian world that works differently than they do.
Get busy living.
"I am not attracted to you anymore; I do not love you."