Healing after loss: The moment I realized I still remained

In 2014, I sat across from a pastor for counseling. My mentor and friend recommended I speak to someone after I lost my husband to be (he bought the ring but passed before he could propose).

My world had been shaken, and the grief was deep. Somewhere in our conversation, the pastor said something powerful that shifted the rest of my healing journey.

Essentially, he affirmed that although David was gone, I remained. 

Though the reason he died and I lived still puzzled me and hurt, that truth resonated.

I had a choice.

I could spend my life questioning God, holding onto the pain, replaying the moments that shattered me. I could move forward carrying anger, disappointment, and bitterness.

Or I could choose healing.
I could choose forgiveness.
I could choose to embrace what still remained.

And slowly, intentionally, I did.

Choosing healing did not erase the pain. Life continued to bring its share of heartbreak and setbacks. But it also brought love. Growth. New experiences. A deeper awareness of who I was becoming.

Over time, I evolved because I believed I remained for a purpose.

And today, I write this not simply to reflect, but to remind you that despite everything you have endured, you still remain for a purpose.