I left the California-ex (Josie's dad) over five years ago.
Shortly thereafter, I met Tex-ex, moved to Texas and found out I was pregnant with our son.
All these many years later, I decided back in February that I was going to get my divorce finalized this summer come hell or high water.
Last night, out of the blue, Cali-ex calls me up and wants to finalize the divorce.
I'm so happy I can't stop smiling, bouncing around... loving the life God has bestowed upon me...
In just a little bit of awe and amazement.
I stand tall, face painted and shout a-la William Wallace:
Finally... graced with this ending and the new beginnings it signifies.
And then God did something else... He picked me up again.
For those brief moments, sitting in His hand once again... I saw and understood it all one more time.
A reminder of when I sat in His hand while I was begging Him to let me leave Cali-ex.
An affirmation that I am in His grace always, and a reminder of why I was shown in the first place...
Thing about sitting in God's hand; you understand everything.... everything about how the world works and the why... from personal and global relationships to how photosynthesis works. And then He puts you down, and you promptly forget, because such understanding is reserved for God alone; but the experience changes you forever.
And last night, God gave me a much shorter sit... a reminder of that, a confirmation of my path, my purpose, my direction.
Amen and Hallelujah... and Freedom.
...and the happy dance!