My beautiful white, blusher veil, fell delicately over my dolled up face. I was twenty six and marrying Ryan, the man I loved, but as I stood on the cement church steps, my body started to shake. Not knowing if it was the common “Cold Feet,” so many others have referred to experiencing before saying, I Do, or was I doubting, the decision I had agreed to over a year ago when he slipped the marquise diamond engagement ring on my finger? I began to feel claustrophobic, wiping my tears, I continued down the aisle to my groom, becoming a wife.
Only seven months into our marriage, I felt stranger to myself. Feeling like I had lost all significance in my life after giving up my passion, changing my name and moving in with my husband. I took a leap back in time when I visited my Alma Mater,
Lost in life and unable to trust my gut, I turned to God. I prayed, begged and pleaded for God to take over in my life. It wasn’t until then that I realized the significance in my life that was irretrievable had been forfeited for a reason. Losing it all was the only way for me to become self-less and become open to receiving the most beautiful gift of grace.