Tomorrow was supposed to be my due date.
I was going to have the best 30th birthday gift ever.
And then I miscarried...
I had a moment last night while doing my Bible study. It was a moment of clarity, I guess you could say. I realized that I have been living these past months with one foot firmly planted in the past, and the other foot ready to take on the future. ANd the entire time I have been praying for God to help me. It became clear last night that God has been telling me it's time to move on, but I've been ignoring him. How can things get better if I won't let them? Sometimes I am my own worst enemy. Sometimes I get in my own way.
Well, I'm not going to stand in my own way anymore. I am moving on. Both feet are moving ahead, and I can't look back if I want to be happy.
I'll have another due date.
I'm going to have the best 30th birthday anyway (or did I mean 29, again?).
And then I lived....