I cannot begin to describe how I feel when I look at these two photos.
To you (aside from the forced smiles in the second photo), they may not look all that different. However, to me, they are of two incredibly different people (ok, duh, they are photos of two different people - Jim and me - but I think you know what I mean)... the first one was taken last year on Mother's Day. The second was earlier today. It's really strange, the difference that a year can make in your life. I guess, what I'm trying to say is I really miss the happy, care-free, clueless person in the first photo. I'm sure I'll find a way back to someone close to who I used to be, but I will never be that person again. - side note, I am impressed with how much my hair has grown in two months *smile* oh and by the way, Jim is impressed and feeling very privileged to now be a part of the blog in more than a shot of his hand or the side of his head - apparently he was feeling left out *snort* poor guy... that's my hubby!



1 comment:
LOVE the new lay out...and blog title. I think it speaks volumes about how far you've come. I hear ya on the one year thing. One thing I think I've grieved the most over this last year...apart from the obvious....is the loss of "innocence". The loss of a life I thought of as pretty perfect. A rosy life without pain. Kind of a bliss and naivete. I liken it (slightly) to aging. I have friends who are all bummed out about turning 30 and getting old, and I think it is ridiculous. Aging, change, pain, loss, grief...LIFE. Welcome to existence. We are either going to become better or bitter, right? I (and you) choose to bend, mold, reach, learn and ultimately blossom (I hope). I hate what has happened but I will embrace it because the Lord asks me to. Because he is making me His and he gets to decide how. You are a beautiful example of someone who is allowing the Spirit to mold you into something beautiful. More beautiful than the "care-free, clueless" person of a year ago. You are a rainbow, you are God's promise.
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