Topic for today: STORY
My life is a story. Part of the story I am living is something I never dreamed . . . never imagined would be part of me.
The story doesn't begin with what happened a year ago. The story doesn't begin the day that my husband and I said I Do or the day we started dating. The story doesn't begin with my first memory or the day my mother realized she was expecting baby #2.
What happened a year ago, however, has changed the course . . . the theme of how I thought my life was being written.
What happened a year ago was tragic . . . heart-wrenching . . . life changing.
What happened a year ago has taken who I was, who my husband and I were as a couple, my faith, and my role as a mother and started weaving in new fibers, different threads and textures. It has changed me. I can't remove those new threads without undoing everything that came before. And so, as much as everything hurts, I can't change any of it.
It has become a part of us. It has become a story that needs to be told.
It was always meant to be told.
It is a story that didn't begin a year ago or the day I took my first breath. It is a story that began with the creation of land and sea, light and night, woman and man.
Who am I not to share?