I can’t sleep. It’s the last hour of the last day of an unbelievably eventful month, to say the least. A little over a year ago, when I found my marriage abruptly ending, putting one foot in front of the other was labor intensive. It was a new version of my life that I didn’t ask for, and wasn’t prepared for. I could be cliche and say, “What a difference a year makes”, but that would be an unfair assesment. In reality, it’s more like “What a difference a Savior makes”. Unable to breathe at the thought of starting over yet again, God supernaturally put my life back together the moment I handed it back over to Him.
This month, my boys and I moved into our own place and I started a new business doing something that I’m passionate about. I have the most unbelievable network of support through loving friends and family and two beautiful children. There are simply no words adequate enough to express how humbled I am every day that I wake up to this new life that God has blessed me with.
The best one I can conjur is ‘grateful’.
