Something about this saying, which I saw Facebook, really spoke to me…
After my ex walked out eight years ago I started finding myself. And no, I don’t mean in some weird spiritual sense where I traveled the world trying to figure out who I am…makes me think of the movie, Eat, Pray, Love with Julia Roberts who travels to various countries seeking to find herself or perhaps really seeking something more, but that is a whole other post. LOL
The day he walked out the door of the house we had moved to 6 years earlier, that was the beginning of finding out who I really was — who I really am. You see, the real me who had been buried for so long, 20 years to be exact, started coming out little by little, with each step I took down a long, hard, often lonely road. Layer upon layer of stuff was removed and slowly I discovered things about myself.
And the truth is, the harder the journey was, the more of me I found. The true me.
The me who was done being afraid to speak the truth.
The me who discovered how to feel again after years of repressing so much.
The me who learned what it was to forgive, but to move on and stop looking back for something that would never be.
The me who while being told was bitter and hateful, was actually unfolding into a loving more forgiving person.
The me who stood up and said, NO MORE!
And the me who emerged was stronger, more confident, and more beautiful than she ever knew or believed herself to be.
What had been meant for harm, God used for my good.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” ~Romans 8:28 NIV