Wednesday, October 3, 2012

this is how i really felt... |letter #51|

Dear Shame, 

When I tell you my roommate is God-sent, I mean it. I was sitting here trying to figure out why I felt this loneliness in my world full of people. Mind you, this was a feeling that just came about as I went through the day. I had a good day even; certain parts really touched my spirit. I killed my debate and it was only my second time doing it in my academic career. My class was cancelled so I had free time to complete unfinished assignments being that I like to procrastinate, but what college student doesn't. I found out I aced a test that I was a little too worried about passing but more importantly, I uplifted my students with low-self-esteem in class today. I saw a need in them to fill and I did it, so why did I feel the same way? When I retreated back into my inner space that only I know best, I felt this loneliness and I couldn't understand why.



It wasn't like I hadn't been communicating with others all day and I hadn't held meaningful conversations. I thought, maybe I needed more. I reached for the phone, searching and looking for someone who could make me feel better, make this feeling of loneliness disappear. I thought about the guy who said he would always have my back, the girlfriend I wished had never moved away, and the friend who could always make me cheese like an idiot through text. Yet, even after exploration in these territories, I wasn't getting what it was I was so looking for. I was still feeling my loneliness somewhere inside

So my God-sent roommate walks in, bubbly, bold, and beautiful as always, and she says there's something tense on my mind. Not even surprised at this point on how incredibly intuitive she is about the energies of others because clearly I showed no signs of discomfort, I go ahead and spill my emotional guts like word vomit. I tell her everything, how this loneliness was confusing, how disappointed I was at some decisions, how I wished people would pay me more mind, and other little annoying things that take up space in my mind and as she sits there is silence, she gazes at me with an expression of wisdom. Eventually, I close my mouth and with the same mature glance, she replies, 

Loneliness is not the absence of people, it is the absence of purpose."



I paused. Where the heck did she get that from? So of course, I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget, but then I thought about. It all made sense to me now. I wasn't looking for company, I was looking for some direction from above. I must have looked dumbfounded so she continued to tell me that often times when we go through transitional times in our lives from closing one door, we feel this loneliness and its completely natural.  She defined it as God's time to draw us near to Him when we would want to go to others. But, she concludes, people don't have what we need in these loneliness hours, God does. 

A shift in perspective, a change of thought and I comprehended I had to stop looking into presence, but search for purpose. Today, I tackled the first step of loneliness. It's no longer shameful to me, its enlightening. Thank you to my God-sent. 



Love, 
Stephanie


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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

ring the alarm... |letter #50|

Dear My Future Husband,
It's my wedding day and I am in the worst condition. I'm nervous. I can't believe I found the love of my life and I'm about to marry you in the next couple hours, maybe minutes. I'm a beautiful mess in a long hugging white gown and generous hair styled modestly; inside my mind is racing. I had been single for so long, I wouldn't know how to act in a marriage, much less get through my wedding day. I can't pull my eyes off my own reflection in the mirror.  A woman stares back, one with mature eyes and a form that screams confidence. This woman could not be me, for inside I feel like a little girl ready to run back to the things I find familiar, to the boys who didn't love me like they should. I'm scared to grow up. I'm numb. It's my wedding day.

There's a knock on the dressing room door signaling my return to reality. I touch up my face and gather my train.  I square my shoulders and quiet my nerves. This was it; my perfect vision sprouted into a tangible vision. I had waited for this my whole life, dreamt about my wedding day since I was a young girl. I greet my mom and sisters at my exit. They flood me with squeaks of enjoyment and squeezes of encouragement. They tell me how beautiful I am and how right this was. Their smiles illuminate and postures display elegance as they walk down the aisle.  I can't see you, it's not my turn yet. I miss you already, I need you by my side.


I start to panic. I grab hold of my dad by my side. I am disconnected within myself. It's my wedding day and I'm letting fear strip my joy. I'm allowing negativity to poison my blessing. My dad starts to walk, the music cues, the melodic tunes brings me back to thoughts of you, thoughts of my wedding day, this special day.  My dad's movements give me strength. I lean on him as it's my last. I loved this man. He taught me how to love you.  My eyes are downcast until I reach the arch. There are so many people gushing at me, few crying. I know them all.  I am lifted with joy. I smile graciously. I still can't see you. I'm counting down the moments and as I count as fast as I can, you appear and my eyes pour into yours and my heart stops.

You are the humanly picture of God's unconditional love and I am almost in tears at the vibrancy of His presence through you. My anxieties and fears are shattered like an image of broken glass. I am confident as I walk towards your sweet spirit.  Your face reads one of pure happiness. Our tears begin to mirror each other's.  I am reminded of our love, our memories, the way you stroke my hair when you tell me you love me. Yet it was more, I could not shake the power of Our Creator in this moment, his ordained arrangement called me and you. My wedding day becomes more than just a physical attainment, it's a spiritual divinity. It is perfect, not because of our flaws but because of His imperfections. I forget my fears, they mean nothing anymore. I forget the past loves, they mean nothing anymore. I forget the past me, God set me free.


Not only will I love you, but I was meant to love you for God tells me so. My wedding day is exactly the way it should be and I look forward to that blessed day.

Love, 
Stephanie

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