This was the first day of the rest of what was my life. I didn't want him to leave. He did. And as the months came and went and the day arrived and then passed, the next day, this day, I slipped my rings off my finger. I didn't want to leave them set in the drawer, hidden away. Forgotten, just like I felt. I had to leave behind what was and walk towards what He was calling me to. And perhaps that leaving was only for a season. Sometimes you have to leave in order to come back home. Better. Stronger. Changed. Thankful.