A Week.

Not just a normal week. But a week, at that. Starting out with my parents leaving the country, at the same time, and ending with a little bit of heartbreak but a whole lot of love. A week where my past flew back into my face and my present looked a lot more like my past. A week where I watched the people I love so dearly spiral down and back up before I could even express how much I love them. A week where I was reminded daily what the Lord brought me out of and that it is never again an option. A week where I was thankful for the faithfulness of my Savior. That He prepared me for this week before I even knew what was going to happen. Thankful that He prepared me to fight, and finish well. A week where, although I was forced to think about the dark places in my past, He was there shining light on it, making it that much less appealing to me. I now know how my actions affected others and how badly I have hurt people in the past. The Lord strategically put these people and events in my life so that I would know the extent of the pain I caused. Like a mother watching her child suffer through a broken heart-only 10x worse. Because this broken heart isn't from a boy, it's from the child herself. It's a personal struggle and nothing and no one but the Lord can fix it. It's a mess, a hole, a deep pit and I am thankful everday of my life that the Lord gently pulled me out of it with no effort of my own. So thank you, all of you who stuck around after the heartache, thank you for not leaving me even when it hurt, and Thank you to my Savior for a week. Another week. 7 days. 7 days to remember who He is and what He's brought me through and that He so graciously healed all my wounds.

xKassiex