I woke up this morning and couldn’t help but think about last year. I’m at my friend David’s house south of Seattle. I cooked, we shot off fireworks and showed his Australian friend how Americans do NYE.
Today we are putting our Hillsong College educations to use and busting out a youth formal today. I don’t know how but I’m I charge of the food. Luckily we have about 200 pizza rolls, bagel bites and other wonderful “finger foods”. How did I get here? When I met David 4 years ago I never would have dreamed we’d be here.
This week has been horribly hard. I made it through Christmas without a total melt down but not this week. I can’t shake the loneliness. The need to be with people who know me, knew my year and walked in and out of the hellish pit last year. People who understand why I cry for no reason, long to visit Sydney and want nothing more than to see the boys again. God has placed wonder new friends in my life at work and church but in my heart I wanted to be home. Though home is a place that doesn’t exist anymore…
Last year at this time my greatest fear was that the boys would get taken away. Then it happened. My heart broke in so many ways. I spent most of the later part of the year attempting to recover from that. After another few trips down the depression hole I didn’t think I’d make it to 2015, let alone be functioning and medicated enough to hold a stressful job, find a new church and attempt to find my way here in Washington.
2014 taught me that through Jesus and the power of the Holy Spirit I’m much stronger than I thought.
Last year I
became a mom.
Fell back in love with Worship.
I went to concerts and musicals and tried to make myself remember what fun felt like.
In the end my heart was broke. But I experienced this insane overwhelming love for Ivan and Marcus.
Climbed of out my pit and into medication
I lost 37.8 lbs!
And moved to Seattle.
For once I’m looking forward to this year, closing a few chapters behind me and focusing on me and my health.
2015 should be the best yet!!!