Years before when I had faced similar tragedies alone, I always found comfort in my suffrage through prayer. Upon arrival back in this space again… well not really arriving, I had been here for years now… back at it again and my passion was dying out of me quickly. I knew no other recourse of action than prayer, so I set out on a journey that frightened me immensely. I took a path that I knew was sure to get me out of my tragedy despite the turmoil of it all. I took a special course of action that I knew came with guaranteed results. Though I did not know what the results would be, I knew I would be happier finding myself over on that side of life versus remaining stuck in the smut I was already in. So! I tried.
I can’t believe it’s been that many years ago since I first started journaling my prayers. I can’t believe it’s been that many years ago since I needed God with an urgency like I did back then. I can’t believe it’s been that many years ago since God changed my life for good.
That Many Years Ago.
It has been that many years ago.
Here I am now, doing it again…