Beauty in the Brokenness

I know what it feels like to emerge from the storm cellar and see everything you've ever known completely annihilated. That's been my reality for a few months now. But I have to say, now having a chance to sort through the rubble, I'm finding pieces of myself that I didn't even know existed.

Clearly they were here all along, but I just didn't see them. And all the things that I constantly feared I'd lose or thought were so fragile that I couldn't allow to break, they are the exact things that are helping me to see what I can become now.

The ground shuddering underneath my feet dusted off my soul and allowed all the muck that life has put me together with to start falling away.

It's a release.

It's a relief.

And all that new found space? Well, it's filling up with energy and warmth. The universe hasn't slowed down, but I'm starting to catch up. I'm moving with it now as if it's a natural part of who I am.

All those shattered pieces were sacred clues showing me a path to a deeper, more fulfilled way of living. They led me to this higher level of existence that I honestly could never have dreamed up. How can I not be grateful for such an amazing gift?

This brokenness wasn't the end of my story. It opened the door to my soul resurrection.