A Moment While Packing

At first glance, it looks like a simple old sweatshirt, but it’s so much more than that…

When I look at it, I am reminded of a thousand difficult nights that seeped into empty days… crying alone, battling illnesses and emotional turmoil… falling asleep in piles of tissues, sweating out the alcohol and Benadryl that soothed my wounds…

When I look at it, I remember praying to God through the mental fog and piercing pain, asking for His healing, His help, His guidance… all while this tattered piece of cotton cradled my body, providing a small but comforting shelter of safety as I climbed a rigorous mountain to personal freedom…

For years, it was my “big old house sweatshirt.” My tissue box. My hug. My haven to ugly cry in. My only friend at times… It was faithful in the loneliness. Warmth in the cold. Safety in the storm.

Today, I’m throwing it in the trash because I no longer have a need for it. Today, I am surrounded by family and friends, a wonderful man, good health, a clear mind, and a restored heart. Today, I am healed of the past, embracing each moment, and greatly looking forward to all that God has planned for me! Today, I say goodbye to a memory of the life I once knew, and dance like a finch into a beautiful new season!

Goodbye to you, old friend. You served me well… but I have to go live my life now.

With Love, Michelle