The Colors of Peace: A Follow up post about reconnections.

 Lately, there’s been a shift — not just in my heart, but in the atmosphere around me. After sending that follow-up email to Jenna, I could feel something spiritual moving. It wasn’t just emotional release — it was healing in motion. I saw it.

The colors around this moment…
A very light yellowish green, soft and gentle.
Yellow stringers flowing through, moving about.
It felt like peace was finally arriving, threading its way through the places where confusion, pain, and silence used to live.

When Jenna told me she had been waiting for me, that she never gave up on me — my spirit stood still. I remembered how many times I ran back to people who hurt me. Pam, Adam, and the ones who took their side — they used me, tossed me aside, ratted me out, blocked me, and broke my trust again and again. And each time that happened… I found myself calling Jenna.

Yet when things got rocky between us — and honestly, they were never as bad as I thought — I would go back to the ones who were hurting me the most. Now I see it. That was a kind of emotional bondage. A mental trap. A spiritual fog.

I truly believe now… I had been brainwashed.
Not in a dramatic way — but in a way that twisted my sense of what love, loyalty, and safety looked like. And yet through all of that, God preserved the real ones in my life. Jenna was one of them.

When we spoke on the phone again, there was no drama. Just love. Understanding. Laughter. Peace. And I missed it. I missed us — especially dancing together at the parties, full of joy, light, and life. That memory stayed in my heart like a song waiting to be played again.

God is restoring what was nearly lost. Not in a loud or dramatic way, but in a gentle, light yellow-green kind of way — soft and full of promise. The yellow stringers I saw… I believe they are His threads of hope, clarity, and reconnection. A sign that the darkness is lifting. That my spirit is healing. That I am seeing again.

Scripture on my heart today:

“The Lord will guide you continually,
and satisfy your soul in drought,
and strengthen your bones;
You shall be like a watered garden,
and like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.”
— Isaiah 58:11 (NKJV)

To anyone reading this who’s in the middle of confusion, or caught in a cycle of pain with people who don’t treat you right — you are not crazy. You’re not too much. And you’re not stuck.

God sees it all. And when the time is right, He will lead you gently out of the fog — and back to the people who loved you quietly, waited for you patiently, and prayed for you silently.

Still seeing in the dark —
but this time, with light green peace and yellow hope swirling through.
God is faithful.

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