A few days ago, I felt strongly that I should share that time with you. And that maybe, by looking back, I'd finally be able to move forward. Sometimes challenges mould us into stronger people, and sometimes they turn us inward, convincing us that we can go it alone. Entirely alone.
Sometimes we forget who we are and think that God has forgotten us as well.
But it does not matter how small we feel, how angry or hurt we are, or how much we've lost ourselves in the bigness of life, we are never completely forgotten. If we are fortunate enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of our potential we begin to remember, and awaken to a sense of who we are.
I've had a year off from most things religious, and it has been a long, lonely year - one that has swallowed me up. I have felt the pain of desertion, and I have to wonder did I move farther from spiritual things because I felt so alone, or did I feel so alone because of my spiritual deficits?
It is hard to go through major medical issues, and have those you once thought were close friends abandon you. It makes you question everything: what is real, what is only a figment?
The one thing that I know is real is my family, those are the relationships that matter most, and they must be carefully tended, guarded. There is more, but I'm not at liberty to share, so instead I wonder if you'll join me in a year of looking back and maybe together we can move forward.
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