I’m no longer a “we”, I’m just a “me”. I’m no longer a wife or a companion or a helpmate or a lover or a confidant or a best friend. I’m just a “me”. But who is this “me”?
I’m still a mom. I’m still a homeschooler; although that one needs some serious revitalizing and a major kick start. I’m still a writer; although my thoughts are so muddled and abstract and unfocused. I hope I’m still a friend; although I feel so disconnected. I’m still a lover of the Word; although I’m struggling to find direction in it. I’m still me, and yet, I’m not. I don’t know where or how this “me” fits. I kind of only feel like half of me, giving credence to the concept of having half of “self” in one’s spouse; where two become one. I’ve invested more than twenty-two years building and nurturing a “we”, now it’s just a “me”.
This “me” is trying to wrap up one life while trying to #Discover a new. This “me” is trying to let go while looking forward to what comes next. This “me” is trying to say goodbye while hoping for a new hello. This “me” was grounded and built on Christ’s love and a devotion to Him and will strive to continue to do the same and be refined. I’ll let Him take the best parts of “we” and mold and shape them into the best new “me”. I may not know exactly who this “me” is or how and where this “me” fits, but I will trust in the One who knows me best and has the best plan.
“There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.” Proverbs 23:18