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Five Minute Friday: Just




For 46 years for me and 95 years for her, February 22 was just my Grandma's birthday. Yes, she shared it with George Washington, but the significance ended there. It was just Grandma's birthday.

Then 11 years ago today, it became the day that X told me he wanted a divorce. It went from Grandma's birthday to one of the worst days of my life, forever marked as a terrible day to be mourned every year.

But what if I turned it into just another day. I will always remember it as my Grandma's birthday, turning to fond memories of her and wishing I could still have celebrated with her these past 22 years since she's been gone, but what if it was again, just that - Grandma's birthday.

Is it healthy to mark it has one of my worst days? What if it was just the thing I needed? I'm not saying that the heartbreak was a good thing but there are plenty of sayings that indicate that it is in the breaking that we are healed. What if it was the day that I was set free to pursue who I really am.  I don't think I would have the relationship with God if February 22 had been just the worst day of my life. I don't think I would have the church friends I do if it was just a day of mourning.

What if February 22 was just the day I needed to have the best life that God had planned for me?
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  1. UnknownFebruary 22, 2019 at 5:59 PM

    I am sad that this has been your experience. I loved your post. Make February 22nd about the good mems. I am grateful for my granddaughter's birth in September - one year after my first husband moved to Heaven. It redeemed the month for me.

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