Wow.

I have waited a long time for this moment. The moment of healing and freedom from a decade of living with hurt cast by the shadow of one person’s evaluation of my worth. Today there is freedom and healing. There is restoration. One moment broke me for a long time and one moment has brought me out into glorious peace and joy.

I offer forgiveness for the individual and I offer forgiveness to myself for allowing myself to be hurt so badly for so long. I had told myself a story about who I am, but I wasn’t the author of that story, someone else was, but they didn’t have my interest in mind. In fact they hated me. So I took back the pen. I deleted their edit. I rewrote my story. In fact, I am still writing the story. It feels good to look upon the page before me; I do not know what my story holds, but I won’t give the pen away again. Only two people can write on these pages: one is Divine, the other is me.