OG, EG

My hands shook as I turned the key into my apartment.  You see, I just got home from being out.  I was just at a location where my heart got broken a while back, just one of the many times.  You see, today I saw the place where my husband told me that he "wasn't ready" to hold my hand.  I'll never forget it as long as I live.  Today I sat in my car, the power of the place washed over me and down my cheeks as the tears fell.  I mustered up the strength and walked around it to go into the building I had come to see.  

On my way out the tears were flowing down my face.  I almost walked around the spot where he had told me that.  I wanted to not feel it, to avoid it.  Who would blame me?  Then, a moment of courage flowed from Heaven and my feet began walking.  Closer, closer.  Do I dare?  Then I realized that if I am to take my power back I had to walk over the spot of my pain.  Closer, closer.  There, I've done it!  Tears readily flowed down my face.  I'm not sure but my head might be a little taller than it used to be.  

What seems like endless pain and hurt must be making me into something new.  I choose to believe that God is making me into something beautiful.  Or that maybe I'm already beautiful and He's just tidying up a bit.