I could not sleep.
The mixture of excitement and anxiety of the unknown future has me restless.
I decided to get out of bed and read old emails.
Unsure of what caused me to do this.
There was one post in particular I longed to read.
In searching for that email, I began to read the correspondences between myself and another.
It was like reading the letters of a long-ago girl written to a confidant.
A girl who had been battered and bruised.
Who was hoping to find beauty.
It was amazing to see the communication evolve into a deep and trusting relationship.
To read the emails of bantering back and forth ~ giving encouragement and advice.
Then finding that email.
Weeping for her pain.
To read the compassion in the responses.
And the belief that there was value under the rubble.
I cried harder.
Reading over the past three years,
And the last few months.
Seeing that I have come so far.
I am unsure what is up ahead.
I trust that beauty will continue to rise from the ashes.