How I Knew I Was Healing (Part 1)

As of late, it has been easier to notice how far I have come. I guess it is hard to see your progress when you’re in the thick of it all. Everything seems to be small steps.

But eventually time intervenes and you let yourself grieve. You let yourself cry and feel all the feels. You start and stop rationalizing. You pray. You pray so hard and God is with you for He is SO close to the broken hearted. You let yourself be alone and make all the friends all at the same time. You do most if not everything you always said you would. You return to the woman you were before the relationship, but better. And I say better because I knew I was healing when I woke up and loved the woman I am today more than the woman I was that very night.

And eventually- those small steps equate to strides and before you know it, you’re running. Running, again. Not realizing that it’s been days since you have had those thoughts you’ve been working through and over for months.

Everyone always said it would get better. And God’s plans are always greater than we could fathom. I didn’t believe them and I had to grow in my faith. I know I need to grow and strengthen my faith. Why? Because I’m sitting in those plans I never thought of. I never dreamed of. But God’s plans- incredible and forever in His timing.

“I told God my plans and He laughed.”