brand new days.

The room was silent but we had both yet to drift off into sleep.
One in the morning had rolled around and after a great day spent, and our nightly prayers said, we just laid there both drowned in thought.

Breaking the silence she turns to me, now facing me and says "How do you let go? It's been two weeks since the worst day of my existence. That's not a long time, but how do you ever move on?"

"Emily" I gently said, "I haven't figured it out yet."

The morning broke in and the sun creeped through the blinds with out their permission, and we awoke to a beautiful day. When I stepped outside, the warm sun kissed my face forcing my eyes to adjust to light. The first thing that came to my mind was "It's a brand new day"

 I'm too young to know all the pain that life can give and most certainly how bad it can get.
As of right now though, as a sixteen year old girl, I'm going to rely on how it feels when God gives you the privilege of waking up to a new day.
Emily, that's my most sincere, to the utmost of my very little wisdom, answer of how to let go.
That's where my hope of letting go to what hurts will lie, on a bunch of brand new days, one after another, after another. Until it's my time to walk with Jesus.
What do you call one brand new day after another? Time.
& time heals what reason can't.

 God loves us that much, that as long as he lets us live, he also lets us have brand new days.
We can start over, and over, and over as many times as we please.
So here's to brand new days that'll lead you to healing.
Here's to morning air and this beautiful, strong willed, freckled faced girl that I've grown so fond of

Here comes the .. sunshine!

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