Welcome Home to Me

I left for Colorado as a broken, emotionally drained shell of a person. Getting away was a blessing and one that I knew my Heavenly Father had planned for me. What I didn’t know is how difficult the journey would be.

Mourning would not even touch the depths of my grief the first few days. My body had rejected food for so long I couldn’t even taste what I was eating… until I heard my Savior sing over me. And I don’t mean a literal sing, but something amazing. A whisper in my soul that not only brought peace, but also joy. Something that shattered the empty, emotionally drained shell.

Reading, journaling, singing, and praying became my daily meal. The lessons I learned in 6 days have changed me and I am so, so thankful. A love affair that I once lost has now been found. A love affair with my Savior. I have missed him. He is my everything and I adore him. Not only did I began to taste food again, but I enjoyed it.

Being romanced by my First Love is an incredible experience. We talked while climbing mountains, watched the snow fall for hours, and sat in a hot tub under the stars while it snowed. The snow was white and covered EVERYTHING. It was pure. It was clean. And so was my heart… finally. Peace flooded my soul and I was no longer a shell.

The Sheila that walked off the plane was not the same one that boarded it only 6 days prior. My sweet kids gave me a “welcome home” party with a cupcake Morgan had saved ALL week for me :-) It was a great Welcome Home… not only because of my sweet kiddos, but because I knew my heart was home too.

A few days later it snowed in Katy. Some were surprised by it, but I knew my First Love was reminding me of our sweet weekend together. Oh how I love Him!