This morning I woke up with a sense of peace and hope in my heart. Peace to the situation I’m currently going through and hope for a better future. I’m excited to see what the future holds for me and what God has planned.
It took me awhile to wake up with a peaceful heart after the break-up. I’m still on the road to recovery and the journey will be long and it won’t be easy. I still hope my ex does come back into my life and if he does my heart will accept him again. If he doesn’t I know God was protecting me from something I’ll never know. At least I know my heart isn’t filled with anger anymore, but there are still traces of hurt. I feel that is completely normal.
It was the kind of peace you feel when you walk into a church. You see the decorations, the candles, the light, and the beauty of the marble altar. Then the classical music starts going and you just surrender yourself to the unknown.
The whole what is in front of you… The whole process of being there with God… The whole process of being filled with the Holy Spirit over and over… again.
Just you, God, and knowing the possibilities are endless for a better tomorrow…
As always, kisses on those peace sign fingers and love…