A few weeks ago, I published an article about the joys of the Pumpkin Spice Latte and falling in love. But, like the dregs at the bottom of my red Holiday Starbucks cup, that love came to a bittersweet end, and I was forced to toss the cup and move on to better things.
I may have moved on from my heart's autumn escapades, but in a time of reflection, as I can almost feel the pumpkin-y steam from a fresh latte tickling my october-chilled face, I know that those whirlwind fall months changed me in ways that I may not have wanted, but certainly needed.
I learned how to fall in love after being hurt for so many years. And when love itself fell, I learned how to forgive. I learned that my person is not my personality, that my likes and dislikes, my passions, my accomplishments and rewards, my goals, my past, and my future compose, while important, only a part of me. I have depth. I am more than what I ever could see before.
Most importantly, I changed from a girl whose flaws lurked like monsters under the bed of her perfection, afraid that her value was as ethereal as the steam from her beloved coffee, to a woman whose value resides not in her past mistakes, or present successes, or projected perfection, or in the acceptance of others, but in everything beautiful God has handcrafted her to become.
A woman who has found true joy.
And I can face the coming months, cold and uncertain as they may lurk, with the confidence that in the end, everything really will work out for God's most beautiful good.
After all, it's Gingerbread Latte season.
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