07.15.11

"She was driving down to meet with him. She had prepared herself for the day, hoping for the best but knowing that anything could happen. The two met and THE conversation came up but there were still no answers. Silence. She was tired of the lack of response. He finally asked her to take him home. The drive home was tense and cold. He got out, and she told him that they should stop seeing each other. Tears began to roll down her face. He said okay. She added that she thought it would be best if they didn't talk. He started to choke up and asked why. She responded by saying that she would need time. Then they just stood there, both crying but unable to comfort each other. Unable to make the situation better because this was the best for the both of them. He told her that she should go. She looked at him, got into the car and left. As she drove away she saw him in her rearview mirror, sitting on the curb, head down. She cried. Cried so hard she couldn't breathe. Devastated, heart broken. She laid in bed and cried throughout the night. The feared day, alas, had come and gone. Her life could only go up from there. That didn't mean her journey the next months would be easy; on occasion she would find herself on her knees crying, asking God to help her. And He did. He never left her side, reminded her who she was and unveiled to her the good plans He had for her. In the days to come He taught her what it meant to be loved, imperfections and all. And the journey continues."