Today is Palm Sunday. I went to church and listened to the preacher speak about Jesus' triumphant entry into Jerusalem. It was good to be back to church. I miss being there. Church has been a part of my life consistently since I was 13. After a few years, it became more about my relationship with God than church. And then I left the church a few years ago out of a broken heart. I blamed God for my husband leaving. It was not God's fault. It was his choice to leave. I just felt like God could stop it from happening. Well, he didn't. And the rest is history.
Now it is my choice. My choice to accept the loss and work with the life I now have. I have a great life. A good job. Good kids. A so-so son-in-law. (hehe just kidding Pat) An annoyingly cute dog. A great little house. Lots of friends. A few men in my life-one in particular I am enjoying very much right now. A stack of books that will keeping me reading for a long time. A piece of chocolate on my kitchen counter. And a God who loves me and who knew that my husband leaving would be one of the best things that ever happened to me. Thank you God for knowing the rest of the story.
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