Maybe moving on and letting go isn’t about forgetting. The hardest part about change is coming to terms with how easy I let go off the past and embrace the new. That scares me. I see myself as loyal, and to just wholehearted move on seems like the ultimate betrayal.
Yet, moving on isn’t about that. It is knowing that my time in Brisbane will always have a special place in my heart, one full of fond memories. It is just not harping and idealising the memories, all the good old days.
It’s not about forgetting and pretending what happened never did. But to take all of life’s experiences and lessons to work on the future.
It’s not about living in the good old days, but being thankful for those blessings. It is looking forward, believing that the best is yet to come.
Moving on and letting go is ultimately trusting God. That even if it feels like your heart is being ripped out. Even if it feels like you are abandoning your past. Even if it feels so cruel. Even if it feels so lost and foreign. Even if you feel like you can never love again. In spite of all that, God is still sovereign and in control.
