Sometimes there's a point in one's life where the end of one era must end and another new chapter must be written. There have been many moments where that has been the case the last twenty-nine and a half years, but there is something about this year that seems to say, "It's time to start writing a new chapter in your life, Lacy."
This past year has probably been the worst for me mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually all rolled into one big ball of a mess. I can't say I enjoyed it, and I can't even say I'm healed in all those four areas of my life, but I think I'm on the mends for sure. I have definitely learned from it, and I hope that I have come out wiser from it as well.
I was encouraged to somehow write about my experiences in life back in the fall that has been the inspiration for this blog; it is not a collection of stories, mind you, but rather my thought process, where I'm at on my journey we call "life", and how I'm delving into new beginnings and continuing on the old chapters in my life. Below I would like to share the poem that started it all:
This past year has probably been the worst for me mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually all rolled into one big ball of a mess. I can't say I enjoyed it, and I can't even say I'm healed in all those four areas of my life, but I think I'm on the mends for sure. I have definitely learned from it, and I hope that I have come out wiser from it as well.
I was encouraged to somehow write about my experiences in life back in the fall that has been the inspiration for this blog; it is not a collection of stories, mind you, but rather my thought process, where I'm at on my journey we call "life", and how I'm delving into new beginnings and continuing on the old chapters in my life. Below I would like to share the poem that started it all:
The Spirit of the Girl in Red
Joyful, loving, companion and friend
A sincere heart, giving without end.
Independent, balanced, a radiant soul;
A humble woman, complete and whole.
When God made her, He broke the mold.
With innocence and a heart of gold.
A girl with spunk and trust with no end;
Her spirit, her life, would always transcend.
People's words that have been used
Left her being battered and bruised.
Hurtful actions forsaken and unspoken;
Not forgotten were promises broken.
Seeing that her path was not as bright,
The girl, she fought, with all her might.
Reaching for others in her need,
Wishing they would hear her plea.
Spirit of the girl in red,
Her soul was lifeless, void, and dead.
The truth unraveled behind her facade,
Knowing she must answer to herself and God.
The girl in red, she has grown,
But the path she leads is still unknown.
She knows she must live fully on this Earth,
Having love and trust and, above all, self-worth.
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