Reading through old journals, so much focuses on lack of money. I express guilt for not providing enough as a single mother, anger for being abandoned by my children’s father, and shame for having to rely on others. The feelings still linger. And then I hear my father’s voice:
“The good Lord always provides.”
And I realize, he was right. Yes, I needed help at times. Yes, I worried. At the same time, my children never went without food, shelter, and love. My needs were always met – unconventionally at times – but without fail.
Worry, guilt, and shame need to step aside. Gratitude is taking over. My perception of the past has shifted to one of abundance. How blessed I have been.
Sending out a collective prayer of sincere thanks to all who have supported my journey. Hope I can do the same for others, paying it forward.
(Image my own)