The Wilderness Between

Letting go is not the same as being healed.

It is not triumph. It is not certainty.

It is the terrifying yes you whisper as you take the first step into the wilderness, not knowing if the ground beneath you will hold.

After the moment I released my white-knuckled grip, I expected clarity. I hoped for peace. I longed for a flood of understanding or some sweeping sense of divine closeness that would make all the pain feel worthwhile. But that’s not what came next.

What came was quiet.