I cleaned out my storage room today. I am a pack-rat by nature and today I set out to get rid of a lot of stuff. I ran across several things from the days when I was in Bible school and when I was dating Mike, even stuff when we got married. Eventually all those memories took their toll on me and I just had to stop and cry. Grieving very often takes me by surprise; I wasn’t even thinking of how sorting through all that stuff was going to affect me and then I was wondering why I was feeling sad and out-of-sorts, and then I realized I just needed to stop, accept what I was feeling and grieve.<\/p>\n
Part of me feels like I’m letting go of my former life (even though I haven’t lived that life in a long time) as I’ve been sorting – deciding what to keep and what to get rid of. It’s really only symbolic but it seems to hold meaning. I don’t understand it all. But I’m glad I’m doing it now and not right before my wedding. I want to be able to look to the past with fond memories, but not to cling to it. I want to embrace all that God has for me today. And in order to do that, I must let go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"