I won't say everything but I can share testimony.
Yesterday I stepped outside and noticed on the gardenia bush a single flourishing bloom that had popped up on the otherwise barren bush. Somehow it was surviving the blistering sun of southeast Georgia in, even, the hottest part of summer. I wondered how it was surviving the scorching heat. Resilience? That song ‘I Will Survive’ by Gloria Gaynor from the late 1970’s played in my head. Out of nowhere, or maybe simply in response to that lone gardenia surviving, the Holy Spirit pricked my spirit reminding me it has been one year since my world was rocked on its very foundations and I didn’t know how, or if, I would survive. But here it is. One year later. And I am, indeed, surviving. Through the scorching heat of excruciating pain, out of the blistering fire of shame, I am not only surviving - but thriving. My heart, no, our hearts, are mending. Our relationship, still with struggles, tattered and torn yet, is on the mend. I am a living, breathing, surviving, and thriving ‘But God’ testimony.