No way was I going to live among the rubble. And I wasn’t about to try rebuilding without first clearing the “land” so to speak. The garden of my heart had been torn to shreds and needed to be replanted. You cannot have a firm foundation unless the land has been cleared and prepared for rebuilding. Therefore, I began picking up the pieces.
When a literal tornado strikes, the community (and beyond) rallies around those affected. Hugs, tears, and help are abundant. And when a figurative tornado hits, we need all three of these. Reach out to those you can trust with your heart.
I didn’t immediately feel forgiveness, but I said it. Over and over. Every day until my feelings caught up with my words, I repeated, “I forgive ________.” And now I truly do forgive that person. And I am free and fully able to continue the rebuilding process.
So much has changed since a human tornado blew through my life. I’m learning that God truly can use any disaster, any pain, any heartache and bring good from it. Not only have things around me changed, I’ve changed. And that too is a good thing.