I feel like I was on an airplane. Headed to one destination. Everything was planned. House, car, barbecues, careers, future kids named. It was perfect. When my husband decided one day to say he was done, my airplane crash landed. I never made it to Paris. Instead I am stuck in Amsterdam I don't know the language, the people or the culture. This wasn't my plan, but God's plans must be bigger.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Start of Something new
I have never been into blogging. Never had the courage to let other people see my feelings/thoughts/hopes and dreams. It wasn't until I read a blog called www.rockstarronan.com that I realized that maybe my words can be there to help someone. Even if it is just one person to heal at a time of need, than I have made a purpose in this world. I also didn't keep a record of the past 5 years of my life. I have been in Tucson, with the same guy and sure we have pictures, but I didn't write down thoughts/memories or any of the in betweens. Now that he has left me, I am thinking it is probably a good thing I don't have too much written down for memory. It will be much easier to forget this chapter. Every chapter in our life teaches us. I think that this chapter has taught me to put God first in everything, and make sure I am secure in every decision I make. There were times over the last 5 years that I wanted to do something and I wouldn't. Things as simple as getting a manicure or going and getting my hair done, were hard for me.And I didn't, I didn't because I was afraid my husband wouldn't like the hair color or he said we didn't have the money. I wasn't living for me every day. I was living for my husband. In theory, I guess its good to live for someone else, but not if you aren't truly happy on the inside.
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