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Apart of my journey
So a journey I began in 1999 without even knowing I was a traveler.
My Mom passed away from Breast cancer, and I suppose this woke me up to some higher purpose. Her death really struck me, hit me somewhere so deep inside, I didn't believe it had an ending. I suppose it intrigued me.
More people died, children were born, and life went on. I remained the same person on the outside .A mirage for the world to look upon, but inside so many changes, so many hidden places were discovered. I learned I have a talent or more so an ability to be many different people. To the world I'm Crystal. To me I'm a mystery. Now not to be discouraged I do have glimpses into which I really am. Who God purposed me to be.
So many times I lose sight of my sanity; there have been many dark days’ .Many manic nights. My heart and mind racing. My judgment blurred or more so my goodness absent from me. I now right from wrong, but at the same time I do not, or I have not. So should I chronicle my sins? Write them down as a reminder as of what not to do? No not now I'm not sure I or anyone else is ready for those many hurts. So I know my transgressions are behind me. I will now move forward. Leave the past right there. In the past. Learn from the hunting’s it brings me, and the people I love and never go back there again. God is my salvation.