When my first husband came to me and asked for a divorce, I felt like my heart had been pierced. As I look back on it now, that was a crucifixion experience for me. I felt like a part of me died that day. My trust evaporated and a hollowness set in that I thought would never be filled again.
But I recovered over time and learned to trust again gradually. My resurrection came little by little, like the sunrise coming over the horizon. My confidence grew and my self-esteem increased. It was a blossoming, of sorts, that continues to this day. Sometimes resurrections take more than three days. But the important thing is that they occur. Just as light follows the darkness and spring follows winter, the small deaths in our lives lead to new life and new beginnings.
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