Someone responded to one of my posts the other day that I was the bravest person she knew. My first thought was, “Oh, I wonder who she’s talking about?” Then I realized it was ME she was referring to. It gave me a chance to reflect on how far I’ve come in this journey. As the time is slipping ever closer to the Angel-versary date of Mr. Virgo’s death, I am finding myself introspective…more so than usual.

Courage. Strength. Grace. These are things that are slippery. Just when you think you have grabbed the bull by the horns, it turns around and throws you to the ground. You have to get back up, dust yourself off and try again. Over and over and over again. When Mr. Virgo’s death was fresh, and I was paralyzed by grief, the act of getting up in the morning was one of great bravery. Going to the funeral was tantamount to facing the armies of a formidable enemy. That was the first block in the foundation I was building for this new life. And the next day, I laid another, then another and so on until I could breathe and function again. Some days, that block was cracked, uneven and broken. I had to chisel it back out and try again the next day. God stood patiently by, holding the bucket of mortar so that I could build this foundation by His strength when my own failed me miserably.

I feel God’s grace in my life daily. I feel I am walking the path He had planned for me long before I was an earthly thought. When you are living your life’s purpose, you are in alignment with your higher power. You resonate like a tuning fork. You glow. That’s where I am now in this journey. I am grateful for the strength, courage, grace, bravery…and for you, gentle people, who have held me up when I couldn’t stand on my own.

I love you all.