At some point in all our lives things change.
In my life, all the changes want to be friends…and wait for each other so they can happen at the same time.
I mean, I’m usually ok with peace and harmony. Just not when I need something consistent to keep me from the edge.
Hello, side of the cliff.
I guess my memory, much like my eyesight, gets worse every day. I can never seem to remember that when everything falls apart, something beautiful is being pieced back together.
When I moved back to Bowling Green over a year ago (wow, time) I didn’t think I would ever be happy or “comfortable” again. I was sure that I was doomed to go through the motions and be tortured with “failure” until the day I died.
I’m gonna copyright that last sentence in case my future emo band needs song ideas.
But just like an ugly caterpillar turns into a butterfly, a broken life turns into one with extraordinary purpose and adventure.
My cocoon opened up into Africa, a move to a bigger city and a group of friends/co-workers that were more like family.
I wish that I could tell future, scared and confused Hayley that when she reaches the corner of Despair and Giving Up, that all she has to do is take a step to the destination that God has given her.
We all need someone to tell us to turn the corner sometimes.
I’m hoping that during this time of change and loneliness that I don’t despair to a point of giving up. There are people out there who need me. God has given me such an overwhelming purpose, and helped me to that…while I continue to kick and scream.
I know that you have all been there before. And will most likely be there again.
Let’s ride together.
