Somehow, I am going to go directly back in time, find my tender heart, and walk it forward to the present. I am going to search and pray until I find the part in me that was once where God lived. I'm not doing this because it feels good or because it allows me to be valued, liked even. I am doing this because I know I will never love the people I love as I should, never even know or value myself, if I do not reclaim my sacred ground.
I have feeling it will hurt. Even coming to grips with what I have lost makes my chest hurt. But through sacrifice, through my offering of time, I pray that I will return to the path of my story, to the woman God had in mind when He made me. Like a child sensing her mother walk into the room, I too feel God watching and waiting patiently. Could it be that finally, I am ready...
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