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Six Months

Tomorrow marks the end of the longest six months of my life. Or were they the shortest. I feel like I was dead for so long, and now I've woken up and found myself in Korea. I don't really know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking. It's been an interesting week. I knew that this 6 month mark was coming up and I felt my heart beginning to think about those days. I wanted to read what I had written in my journal those few weeks immediately following the break up, but by God's grace, that journal is safely buried in my dad's attic in California. I wanted to cry. And I did. All four times that I watched New Moon. That's right folks. I saw the movie four times and cried each time. But really folks, I am ok. I look back on the last half of a year and am overwhelmed by God's grace. Even in the darkest moments in the Valley, He stood with me. I never stumbled beyond His reach, but was securely fastened to His side as we walked this dark path together. I am so grateful for His goodness and faithfulness to me. There is definitly more I need to write, but it is late here in Seoul. So I sign off. I will face tomorrow with joy, knowing that God's goodness never fails and His mercies are new every morning.

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Diana said…
I love you girl! Miss you! Did you get my Christmas card?
Anonymous said…
So, they are in my attic, huh? :>)

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