Twists and turns through the halls. Laughs heard. Kisses remembered.
Pasts that haunt.
Through shards of broken vanity mirrors I see the former me.
Lost. Confused. Stranded. Not sure where to go.
I begin to trot, slowly gaining speed and momentum.
Running.
I don't want myself. No. No. No. Get away. Get out.
One more drink. One more puff. One more line dance.
It will get me through just fine.
In the arms of the one I want to remember for that moment. In that minute- he is all I need.
I awake with a pit in my stomach. Too ashamed to look in the mirror. Give up hope.
Give. Up.
This was me. This was me less than 6 years ago. It seemed my world was a living hell for the most part and it was.
The best part though- I did not see it at the time but He was there with me. He being Jesus Christ, God, our Lord redeemer. He was always by my side. In my darkest of
darks. He was there.
In the bathroom at Gators, on the dance floor at
Woodmere. He was there with me the whole time.
No matter how many Wicca books I read because I wanted him to come back from LA to be with me, He was still there. No matter how many times I told momma I was NOT going to church, He was disappointed but his back was never turned. He loved me despite all of this. He loves me despite all of this still. He loves me despite my knack for pissing my husband off until no end. He loves me despite the things I talk about or who I talk about.
He gave me my son. He gave me the chance to be a mother when so many can't. He gave me the opportunity to show His love to my son. I never fathomed His love for me until I held my sweet son in my arms. In the
NICU hooked to a
PICC line and laying there, smiling. Connected to machines and beeps every few seconds, my son was smiling. My heart melted and my heart smiled bigger than it ever has before.
It was only fair I turned my life back over to Him. It was time I realized the silliness was over. My childish games were put behind me and my love for Him renewed. I love to eat His words each night. I love to write in my journal letters each night to God, thanking him for various things. Praying for various things. Asking forgiveness for EVERYTHING!