I am a blogger, a writer, and more important, I am a testimony to Christ and what He has done for me. What only He can do for me.
I may share too much. I may be too open for some, but it’s not my story, it’s His. And so I share it.
There have been so many high’s and so many low’s. There have been days that I would love to forget, and days that I will always remember.
There are moments where you will find yourself uncomfortable. Unsure of what to say or how to act. I know because I can see it in your hesitancy. I can feel the awkward between us, but don’t. Don’t be uncomfortable. And whatever you do, don’t feel sorry for me.
Yes, my husband left me. Yes, he walked out on me on our 5 year anniversary. Yes, he cheated. Yes, I was miserable. Yes, I am a single mother. Yes, I get a little nervous sometimes about doing it all on my own.
But look at me now.
Don’t feel sorry for me when I talk about starting over. Don’t feel sorry for me when I worry about providing for my family by myself. Don’t feel sorry for me when I don’t have any time alone. Or when I can’t find a babysitter. Or when I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. Or when I’m convinced I’m doing it all wrong.
Just don’t feel sorry for me, okay?
Because here’s the truth. The truth is I am so happy. I am so blessed. I am so loved. And I am living my dream. I prayed for this. For all of this. I prayed hard, thinking that He wasn’t hearing me, but He was.
He heard everything.
Don’t feel sorry for me because my marriage didn’t work out. Or because I’ve had to make some really tough decisions. Be happy for me that He got me out. Be happy that He changed my life. Be happy that my ‘suffering’ wasn’t for nothing.
It was for everything.
Because I am happy. I am the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Because all that anger I used to have, is gone.
Because I have discovered love and compassion and forgiveness. And it’s beautiful.
Because this might just be the best relationship me and my husband have ever had.
Don’t feel sorry for me because things didn’t work out the way I thought they would. Be happy that they worked out better than I could have imagined.
Because remember, I’m not the one writing this story, He is. So stick around, because it’s a good one.