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Journey to Better Days

We all come from different backgrounds, which I’ve come to both understand and appreciate. It’s those same differences that make this world so great, and what ultimately creates the spice within our romantic relationships. But no matter how different we are, or what we may believe in, we all experience tough periods in our lives—especially in the area of love.

Some of the lowest moments in my life have come about as a result of my dealings with a man. At the time, there was no amount of physical pain that could match or exceed the excruciating rawness that was caused by having my heart ripped out.

I’m sure we’ve all been there.

And during those dark days, when I felt like the sun would never shine again, something inside of me would eventually begin to reawaken. That stirring reminded me that even when I wasn’t feeling loved by others in the natural sense, there was something and someone much greater that continued to love me through it all.

That gave me hope.

That hope would in time give way to faith … a faith that would mend my heart and provide an optimistic eye towards a brighter future where my circumstances had improved. The great thing about this story is that things always did get better—no matter how low I sank.

I honestly believe that someone needed to hear that today. I can only hope that my faith can help to restore your own belief that things will get better.

Keep your head up.

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2010 at 7:56 AM

    Thanx Nat. i knew it was something u would say to bring up my spirits so i came here to read ur blog and i came across this and it really helped me. i woke up this morning feeling so down not knowing why and then i started thinking about all sourts of stuff which didn't help. but as always u always see me through my day whether it be a quote or something on ur blog. thanx again.

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