It has taken me fifty years to really believe it. It would take a book to describe how it happened. It’s been slow and steady. And obviously, it is still unfolding.
Right now I see it as hundreds of seemingly unrelated events, situations, conversations, memories, and truths learned. It’s taken thousands of prayers and much pain was endured (never alone). I guess I wanted to be self-sufficient. Maybe I wanted things my own way. But letting go of this illusion of control brings me hope. Seeing that God has a plan that has been there all along, and trusting that His plan is going to be better than mine ever could have been, gives me peace.