The Newness....

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model:  Brittany Hall  (thank you, sweet one - for stepping in, and telling such a vital piece of my story.)

crown:  by Meg Fish, Crowned Embellishments

 

 

For whatever you need it to be...

 

For me -  it's very personal, and private, and it scares me to death to share it here...

This is where I've been...  wishing I could get past the dark & stormy season, watching the spine of my story dissolve into nothingness, and like that slow, steady beat - watching the world around me slowly turn quiet.  I was afraid that if I spoke - people would see right through me.  So I retreated.  And my voice became a whisper.  The song ran deep with me.  It was the secret voice of my heart - the sounds I could not convey, the words I could not write, the images I could not create, and the rhythm I so desperately needed to make the time pass.  So very powerful - heavy with memories, heavy with message, and heavy with the hope that one day - this, too, would pass into something so much bigger and brighter than I could ever imagine.  The storm grew.  And eventually - it began to transform...  and filled the spaces where the important things had been cut out or destroyed - and removed from my truth.  The Newness - gave me strength - to keep doing the work.  No matter how small it seemed.

Today - I am writing to you from the other side, on the verge of a bright new day.  The story is full circle.  I am living the proof that my scars were worth it.  That the growing was needed.  That the work was enough.  That the Plan - is better left in God's hands.  And it took that very specific pain - to make me stronger, to help me never forget, to replace the truths I no longer needed.  I am here - and I am fiercely hopeful - and just in awe of what is to come.

 

xoxo,

amanda