I was recently told by my former counselor that she was just a stepping stone in my journey of healing. So true but so hard to grasp when my heart was breaking reading the truth. Fear of letting go and going forward is scary. 
As I remember my past and each person involved in my life, just like yours, they were each stepping stones to where we are today. Each one, we learn from and grow while in some of those brought hurt and sadness and are stumbling blocks. Either way, through each, they pushed us forward.
I don’t like change and this last stone I was pushed off due to circumstances out of her control, which made me unsteady. Actually, they all do but with most recent ones, the distress is great.
To recognize and accept finally, it makes it easier to understand and go forward. Reminding yourself, you can do this and you do.
No matter of those before, they will always be a part of your life and testimony. I would not be where I am today had it not been for each person that was a stepping stone in my life. For that, I am thankful.
I am stepping onward, sometimes in faith believing, and moving forward. We have to in order to grow and heal.
The Lord has a plan for each of our lives and He will get us to where we need to be. Trust Him as you go about the stepping stones in life.
Today as I go about life on my day off cleaning and doing the mundane things keeping a house, my many breaks tend to leave me researching for whatever is before me. It’s finding out information and learning. Google has become my best friend at times, always there, 24/7.
to my former counselor and to get her perspective but that door has closed. I’m left to search and ponder the unknown until there is an answer or peace in knowing what I think is okay and doing. Time!
Searching. It comes down to and to be reminded that we are to seek God and He will give us truth, answers and faith. He is there 24/7. He wants us to search and know Him.
On Sunday morning as I was getting ready for church in anticipation, as I truly love my late church service, I felt time was moving so slow. What was I doing so different than other mornings, as each time I looked at the clock, it only moved minutes from the last observance.
In all that, I found my memories, thoughts and emotions were being affected. My heart becoming heavy and fighting back tears due to grief felt. Aware of the sadness, as I found my seat, I tried to immerse myself in the worship once the music began. I tried and did but it was a battle.
It was then when I felt light hearted and a refreshing come over me. It was when I put my eyes, my thoughts and worship toward Him. I could feel joy.
Just Pondering... 