In my teenage years there was a slow but steady awakening and awareness of my power and my weaknesses. They propelled me through more than two decades of living, learning, winning, losing, loathing, loving and holding on for dear life; with my closest family and friends, my worst enemies, a therapist, countless phone calls and fervent prayers. Unearthing the truth can be reinforcing, painful, redeeming, life-changing and fruit-bearing. These pursuits have covered me in miraculous love, blessed me with a measure of understanding, a helping of acceptance and a journey into forgiveness.
I have no need for closure because this is a journey and it's going somewhere. I stay the course for accountability in the spirit of clarity, through a lens that offers wisdom when I dare to keep looking. I am certain there will always be visible scarring, yet the wounds are healed and healing.
There's something awe inspiring to look back with supernatural 20/20 and recall the tragedies, silver linings, lessons, pitfalls, failures, and successes from the vantage point of survival and maturity. The darkest valleys shed the most light on the Good News. I see the footprints of God there. I press ahead because I'm promised a future. He was always with me and He led me here, preparing me for another testimony. On to the next chapter of my never-ending story.
Inspiration: Jeremiah 29:11
