Part 2: Winter & Spring
Thursday, oh Thursday. Yesterday hurt, but not quite as much as Tuesday; and Tuesday, not quite as much as Monday. Each day is better then the last as anger gives way to sorrow and sorrow to silence. Even these ponderings of my heart will eventually give way to something else, springing forth a tiny seed of peace. Then, that seed, nurtured and tended by my heavenly father, will little by little grow. Never will I understand this process of healing, but how grateful am I that it exists- grateful for the knowledge that healing doesn’t mean forgetting but forgiving and that good-byes, whether temporary or forever, sting with a pain that last only a season. That, in that season, that winter, we may cling to the hope that spring is just around the bend.
Today, I found hope.
