Between the pain and the chaos of divorce, hope has been a difficult thing sometimes. I think I have it in hand, but if flies away, leaving me alone. It flutters just out of reach on those hard days.
That is when I remember all of the loss of the past year, all of the endings. So much that it feels like my life will break in two.
Indeed it has, with part of my heart going with my husband. I truly understand now the meaning of “one flesh” and the heartbreak that divorce leaves behind. There will always be that emptiness in my life, one that can’t be filled with activities or fun.
Am I still entirely me? I don’t know.
But I know that I must continue, must keep moving forward with my life. Hope is still here, and it is time for some beginnings. Something good.
“Dreams die and seasons end and terrible, unspeakable things happen that don’t make much sense, but God is not done with us yet. He uses the bending and the breaking and the dying to prepare the harvest, to prepare more for us. We reach high to the Son and He comes down and pulls us closer.”
Today I reached high. I was baptized, fully immersed and washed clean. A new beginning after so many, many endings.
I am ready for some good. I still have hope.