I first heard the phrase "Beauty for Ashes" from a friend about a year ago. She told me the term applies to my situation. That out of sadness and hurt will come strength and victory. She promised that in time, I can say "Beauty for ashes" - just like she has - and mean it. But of course she can say it. She's (happily) married, has a cute kid and can eat all the Chinese she wants. Me, I looked like crap, was snotty and crying ugly and this just sounded all so unbelievable, girly, even romantic. Even the Joan of Arc in me was defeated. (Shout out by the way to this warrior!)
They say time heals. That is part true. Many have hurt but many remain bitter. For me, there is something else bigger than ourselves that empowers us to heal, to let go. That is the love of the God I've come to know. His love makes our grudges petty. This is all very intense sounding but along with these gems, will be funny moments that I hope you will come to see what I mean. Whether funny or intense, this blog will be unapologetic in the fact that I'm now on the "other side" because of the very simple fact that my God is the one who makes all things new and restores even the most broken of us beautifully.