“It is done. Final. We put our heads down and walked through the storm. Now it’s just the gentle rain at the end. And guess what comes after the rain. The flowers bloom.”
This is what I wrote the day my divorce was final. We have these milestones in our lives. Landmarks that tell our story. Life is broken up into, before/after my dad died. Before/after my daughter was born. Before/after my husband left. These huge changes in life that help define our life. Maybe the most recent one is always the biggest in our memory. But knowing what life was like in the year or two before and the year or two after the divorce, I see such huge changes. Not just in circumstances, but in me.
I am blooming.
My faith has grown by leaps and bounds. My trust in God and His goodness. I am more joyful, more playful. Sometimes walking through these incredibly difficult things in life is exactly what it takes to make us who God meant us to be. If we let it. I don’t want these experiences to be wasted and it gives me such joy to see they are not.
What I am becoming in my “after”, is just who I am supposed to be.