It Will Be Okay
The year was 2014. On a chilly October day the girls and I stood at the water’s edge. We had just walked through a rough patch, the girls’ dad and I. We had kept it quiet but we had a brief separation. Little Eva had taken her first steps with me alone, but I didn’t share that with their father. I was unsure if the marriage would make it, but I hadn’t stopped hoping a change, a miracle would come. I remember loving these girls with all my heart and wanting the best for them, but being so incredibly broken in my soul. I couldn’t fix it. I had truly, truly tried. 2014 was the year I began to see that your compassion for someone else couldn’t exclude yourself. And to this point, mine had. Last night I woke up from a dream. It was the one where the girls were taken from me, and I was wailing from the core of my soul. I still feel that pain. I don’t know if I will ever fully heal from what happened in 2017. I can only hope this was part of divine design for who my girls were meant to b...