The Best Is Yet To Come

The mood has struck for another post.

Odd, I know, since I just posted two days ago.

Very unlike me.

But when the mood strikes, you gotta go with it.

I'm not even really sure what I exactly want to write about, I just feel like getting my thoughts down.

My mother mentioned something to me the other night.

She said, "I know you don't want to talk about this whole break up, but I see your past relationship as a good thing."

I looked at her dumbfounded thinking, "What the hell have you been smokin' woman?"

How could she say that?

{Yes, I was a little bitter that evening}

My mother said, "You have always been the girl who was in a relationship."

"You have never truly been alone."

Alone

I hadn't really thought about that before.

I don't think I've ever been alone.

Every break up, I usually jump right into the next.

The way I deal with the healing process is by letting someone else help me do the healing.

Mom then went on to say, "You have always been dependent on someone to make you happy."

"You've never just been happy being alone."

Alone

There came that word again.

At first it was piercing to hear that word each time she said it.

But then she said this...

"You have truly been alone for the past six months."

"Taylor has been off playing baseball and you only saw him a total of two weeks during those six months."

"And you have grown so much as a person."

I stood there for a minute and took in what she said.

Yes, I had been physically alone, but was I really alone?

And then I thought, I hardly talked to Taylor during the season.

He was always busy with baseball and never really had time to just chat.

And with my work schedule, our times never matched up to give us a chance to talk.

After the season, I thought we would have more time, but the time difference with him being in Colorado and me in Kentucky really didn't allow time to talk then either.

I had been alone.

And I never even realized it.

 I then said to my mother, "Ah, just three years wasted, I suppose."

She said, "Wasted? Oh no my dear. That was exactly the plan."

The plan???

"Hope, you have grown into the person you were meant to be. And this relationship got you there. No, it wasn't Taylor that got you there, but what the relationship put you through. I'm not talking about the past two and half years when you all were at college together. I'm talking about the past six months when you were alone. You have become an independent person. I have never seen you so happy than you have been the past six months. And it wasn't a boy that made you this way. It was all you and being on your own and finding out who you truly are as a person. You have started a life. You are working a job that you absolutely love and have started on the path to a future that is as bright and beautiful as you are. You used to be a selfish person. You are not that person anymore. You give and give to these children everyday. You take time out of your evenings to help your family every night. So don't look at this past relationship as wasted time, because you have grown into a woman. This was all the Lord's plan."

"Don't you think the Lord could have done this a little quicker rather than take three years?" I said laughing through the tears.

And then she said, "All things happen in God's perfect time. Don't ever question Him."

I am no longer bitter about what happened nor do I hate Taylor.

I am grateful for the opportunity the Lord gave me in my past relationship and what it taught me.

And most importantly the way it changed me. 

I am looking forward to the future because...

THE BEST IS YET TO COME.

Until next time...