Time is a fickle thing. I think back to the girl that was so broken, tears streaming down her face, hopeless, bellowing out to God to intervene, to show me that life was worth living. This was my final act of surrender.

Truth of the matter is that I can’t change who I am. Quite frankly, I won’t, not for anyone. Every life experience, good and bad has brought me to where I am today. I am proud of the woman that I have become.

I made a promise to myself many years ago not to let hardships ruin my life. Instead of dwelling on the ache, I chose to run after love as fast as I could. Pleasantly, I was able to meet the author of love in the midst of my mess.

God has shown me what it feels like to be truly known – not for looks, but my heart and soul. He just gets me.

Growing older is hard. Sometimes I feel like I am not doing enough. I wish that my grand ole love story was written quicker. (yes, you can laugh at that) This is when God begins to intervene, just to show me how much I am not in control.

Currently, I am going through another heartache. Although this one completely blindsided me, I am doing just fine. Alas – rejection is merely redirection.

After all these years, I have learned that you cannot steal what was never yours. What a comforting thought to keep. And until my husband comes along, I have faith that I will be just fine. I do not know what the future holds, but I will keep my head held high and continue to chase this love from up above.

Sweetly,

Samantha