We owe it to ourselves to heal our wounds.

When they hide in us, buried, because we made promises to ourselves that we would never feel that pain again, it affects everything around us. If we can't love ourselves, we can't love others.

When I opened myself up to a belief in God,

I had no idea the places inside me that he would address. Places I had buried,things that smashed me to the ground but I got up and walked like I was supposed to just move on.

There is a balance to these things, being over dramatic isn't good but not grieving or recognizing you have pain to release doesn't work either.

It actually takes more strength to face your pain, feel it, go into it and come out on the other side, stronger. Yes,stronger. I don't know how to come out stronger without God. A pat on the back or lesson learned doesn't do it. It's love that heals. Acceptance. Forgiveness. Grace. Humility. Surrender.

Those gifts require trust. I have listened to people talk about great tragedy in their lives and yet they still believe, That's trust. God delivered when they needed him. And I have found this to be true time and time again.

Be in the space of today and live in the moment of whatever you are doing or experiencing. Stop analyzing or judging for a minute. Breathe and let go.