Time Heals

A little passing of time and I find myself settled into what to do about the two main things in my life that have pained my heart and soul. 

My little girl will see a psychiatrist soon for a med evaluation and, I am certain, will begin to take some meds for depression.  That vibrant, sweet, soaring soul that has been my daughter until these past few months will begin to emerge again all the time instead of just now and then.  I feel at peace with this decision and I trust my Heavenly Father to guide us and protect her; guiding and blessing the Dr. she sees to make the right medication decision to help her through this troubled time.

My husband is someone I thought was gone forever and it's odd and sweet and this time, I know I'm seeing a true change - not a momentary one he made to get back into the family.  With regaining his career, being able to support his family, he feels like a man again and that goes a long way for the males of our species.  He laughs all the time when we talk and when he visits.  He is thoughtful about the things we've endured and the most surprising to me, he is grateful for all I did to try to stick it out.  Today he called and told me I was the most courageous person he knew.  That took me by surprise.  He said he had thought all along that I was just doing everything I had done because I was afraid the marriage would fall apart.  But now he sees that I took these great measures, even - in his words - endangering myself somewhat, to protect him from himself.  And, of course, he knows I was protecting Rachel, too.  He has opened my heart again on a part of life I thought was gone.  I believe I will have back the man I fell in love with over 17 years ago; the man who made me laugh, who made me feel loved and who wanted happiness in our life.  It leaves a sweet taste in my mouth.

Time heals so many things.  Sometimes it heals the ache of a heart, the sorrow of something lost, the fear of the future.  Sometimes it brings peace to our minds and joy to our thoughts and we find ourselves able to walk again and not falter.  Time can be a gift.