“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.”
Psalms 30:11-12 NKJV
Evolution takes time. I was afraid that the weight of grief would break me. I described myself as broken, and I meant it. I felt fragile and timid, both unfamiliar to me. I carried them uneasily, but it was what it was.
I don’t feel broken anymore.
I carry the memories of that era in my life with pride, and they do not weigh me down. I give thanks.
Chelle A Wilson 