I spoke too soon. I reached out for the beautiful bubble in front of me, tried to hold onto it, and it popped. But it was mutual, and I see now what I couldn’t see before: that it really wasn’t meant to be. Pulling the plug was the right thing to do. (Besides, when the Lord has plans, it’s better not to try to stop them. :)) Endings are bittersweet, aren’t they. But it’s in them that we find new beginnings, almost like a phoenix.
In spite of this derailment, most of what I said two days ago still holds — I’ve been changed (for the better), and even though I’m not going down the same path I thought I was going down a few days ago, I don’t regret any of it. I’ve learned a lot. Heavens, I’ve learned a lot. Rollercoasters do have their ups and downs, but that’s okay if they actually get you somewhere. And this one is definitely getting me somewhere. (If only I knew how long the journey would be… ~wistful sigh~)

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