I am not quite sure how this post is going to play out...
So you and I are going to see what happens together.
2 years ago, someone very important to me passed away. I huge part of me grew from that experience. My strength, my character, my perception on life, ME in general grew. I want to share something with you that I wrote at midnight a couple nights ago on my iPod. (Let's be real. I was too tired to find paper and pen, to sit up, and turn on the light. The iPod didn't need any of that.) Here is part of my ever growing testimony:
"2 years ago someone very dear to me was killed in a car accident 6 weeks prior to entering the MTC. I have always been one to keep in touch with people and call or text people once in a while, and the one time I didn't pay attention to those promptings and my thought being, "I'll do it tomorrow...in a couple days...this weekend." Well...tomorrow became an eternal one. One I will never get the chance to come back and tell this person that I loved them. That I missed and still miss them. After attending the funeral I made a promise that I would never ignore one of those promptings again because I would never know if I would get a chance to tell them I was at least THINKING about them. And I never wanted to live with such regret again.
A couple days ago I had this friend in my mind. One night, probably around midnight I think it was, I just decided I was going to shoot her a text and say hey and I was thinking about her. This particular friend was going through a marital trial and things had taken a turn for the worse. The night I had texted her, unbeknownst to me, was a night that she had reached the lowest low so far. She said that she wished I could understand how much something so simple could have meant to her.
It solidified again something I learned two years ago. We don't know why people cross our minds. We don't know if they're going through a trial or if it will make their day. But it can't hurt right?
I have a testimony of listening to those promptings. You never know what tomorrow will bring. Or what it won't. Don't brush them away from your mind. Act on them.
I hope you all know if I send you a text or call you -- it is sincere.
I mean what I say. I have a strong testimony or obeying promptings. And a great testimony and respect for Heavenly Father's time table.
In the name or Jesus Christ Amen."
That last part I would like you to pay particular attention to: "...a great testimony and respect for Heavenly Father's time table."
I cannot express adequately enough how bittersweet that is. It took over 2 years for me to feel whole again from Keltson, it took over 2 years for me to finally be happy, over 2 years for me to finally feel like I had moved on. I relied heavily on the Lord during this trial. I knew this experience was shaping me for what He wanted me to become. In His time, I would heal. But I had to have patience with His plan and abide by His time.
Now, this brings me to my next thought. "Moving on." Since Keltson's death, I have "moved on" so to speak. I have been on several dates with different boys, I have lived my life, and enjoyed what I have been doing. It is not to say that I didn't break down and cry every so often or worry still about him knowing how I felt about him over that time, because I did. Oh boy... I did... It was difficult for me to not think, "Heavenly Father, can't you please relieve this of me? Have I not suffered enough? Can't my heart move on and not break anymore? Can I not be happy again? What lesson are you trying to teach me? I feel like I have learned too much from this already. I want to be fully happy again! I don't want to hurt anymore. What am I to do?"
When Keltson and I decided to break things off so he could focus fully on his mission, I was depressed. It was hard not to think about him, want to talk to him, see him, etc. Because why? There was still a possibility for an "us" in the end. Well...at that time anyway. I never received my closure. We broke things off against both of our wishes.
When he passed away, I had to "move on." There was no possibility for a future with him. I could not dwell on the "what if's."
I had to force myself to move past his death,
so I could move on with my life.
His death gave me that closure our breakup never did.
Which brings me to this: within the past 24 hours, my testimony has grown because of this
"Epiphany."
I. have. closure.
A couple of my friends are currently struggling with closure from past relationships. And I can honestly tell you this day, I am not struggling with an attachment to Keltson. 2 years ago, I would not have been able to say that. I would have been hurt by such a remark and thought someone was insensitive if they would have said that in 2 years I would be happy with life, not constantly thinking about him, only thinking about how strong I have become because of this experience, that this experience would constantly show me things about myself, it will still teach me, it will always allow me to sympathize with and help others. Heck, one year ago I wouldn't have been able to tell you any of this!
And look. :)
Here I am telling you these things.
I have a gigantic testimony about promptings, Heavenly Father's love for me, His faith in me to endure trials to make me stronger and help others, and...to sympathize with people who are struggling with the heartbreak that they are still trying to sort out.
You may be wondering, "Alright Andrea...how did this get all brought up? What prompted this?"
And that is something maybe down the road will change, and I will be comfortable sharing.
But it doesn't matter right?
What matters is that I recognize these things.
I can take this experience and turn it into something positive and strengthening.
Because that is what life is all about.
Getting your heart broken and your knees scraped.
Becoming stronger and growing to become the best you.
And I am doing just that. :)