…to every image I’ve ever had of myself that didn’t match how God created me. The way God made me is beautiful, even the flaws. To everything I thought I needed to survive. I release the expectation of forever with temporary people and I no longer hoard things that take up too much of my space. To the version of me that was never going to be whole, never love herself or be willing to love again. I love me most of all. To every thought of ending my life. I choose to live again daily. I’ve packed and vacated every dark place I lived in for months at a time. To every time I failed and let those failures outweigh all of my wins. To every devil I’ve fought with for 1000 rounds for years. You finally lose.
I move forward.
I rest on the plans and promises of God.
And that’s that on that.
To the past…
REST IN PEACE
“Do not remember the former things, Nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, Now it shall spring forth; Shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness And rivers in the desert.”