A bitter heart is a grieving heart, and my heart has been in the depths of grieving.
And I find myself now looking back, seeing how difficult it has been for others to sit with my bitter heart for months on end.
And now I find my spirit softening, opening up once more to fall in love again, to move and breathe and allow myself to connect with all that is around me.
I look into her eyes, hesitant to speak what I need to say. "I am so sorry." Tears fall down my face. "I see know how difficult it has been to companion me these last seven months, and I just want to thank you for sticking it out with me."
Tears fill her eyes as I continue on. "I don't really know what's been going on, but I just want you to know that I really do like it here, and I'm thankful. But it has been so, so hard." My head is bowed and I feel vulnerable in my truth.
When I look up all I see is grace. "It has been hard," she says with tear-filled eyes. "But I could see that you would make it through. And I can see that you are making it through."
And we cry and we cry and we cry and in that there's an unspoken acknowledgement that this is both the beauty and the pain of our lives--that in the mountains and in the valleys we show up fully alongside one another.
Because there Love is.
Because there God is.
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