In the six months that passed since my initial post, life continues to find ways of throwing curve balls. The very things you believe would kill you, or keep you from getting up in the morning, become the very things that give you the strength to go on. In the midst of turmoil and confusion, I continue to turn to my writing as a source of clarity. By placing pen to paper, or fingers to keys, I am able to sift through the mishaps and missteps to better understand how a woman of grace endures the everyday.
With each adventure, each daily success, my mind reverts back to the format of a child's book. I am constantly thinking of new lessons I have learned today, and how these lessons could become a pivotal cornerstone for a child. My greatest lesson as of late has been one of forgiveness. I am approaching the year marker for a time in my life that I never thought possible, and it has taken the better part of a year to realize that this particular individual, I had yet to forgive. Just like a bird stretching their wings for the first time, I can finally release myself of the relentless desire to completely forgive this person.....
I am not yet ready to fly, but in due time, I will venture off that ledge and give it everything I have. For now I will continue to write the stories that will help those who with broken wings.
