Butterflies, Faith, and a Fresh Start

Hey sis,

Let's be real divorce was not something I ever saw walking into. But several years ago, I was in my attorney's office, signing those papers, with a heavy heart and wondering about my life on the other side. For 13 years, I was Wife. And when it came crashing down, I didn't lose a marriage I lost the me I thought I knew.

The next few years were not simple. I was on a healing, rediscovering, and figuring-out-who-Camisha-is path for three years. Some days it was tears and loneliness, and some days it was small wins rebelling against my blog, finding my own groove, and loving my boys. Slowly but surely, I started to shine once more.

And then, this year at the beginning, something happened which I can only describe as God's timing. In January, I befriended a guy let's call him Lucky. At first, it was just simple, relaxed conversations. But we both knew within two weeks. We knew we were meant for each other, that our souls were compatible, and that God brought us together for a particular reason.

We instantly became like two peas in a pod. We were on the phone 24/7, laughing, dreaming, and telling each other things we hadn't told anyone else. Lucky did share something with me that stuck with me he mentioned that he believes God placed him in my life to be there for me and to help me with my boys. That's not something you hear every day. And I knew in my spirit, he was correct.

And here we are now, nine months later, in September. And I can feel God speaking again.

I‘m in the process of transferring my job to Georgia and with me coming here every other weekend, the peace that I feel here is unmatched. My head is calm. I am not anxious. I am liberated. And the minute I step outside, I see signs like the butterflies that flitted about me the day I was doubting God if I was doing the right thing. It is like He is saying: Yes, daughter. This is it!

Lucky and I are looking at locations to where we want to begin a life, a family, and make sure that Bleu gets the best education possible. And in two months, I will officially be moving here. It's a dream come true, but it's right.

This is the start of my chapter two. Divorce was not my ending but my restart. It humbled me to the absolute minimum, and now God is rebuilding me with love, clarity, and purpose.

And this, sis, is merely the beginning of my journey.

✨ What's Next in the Series: I'm going to share with you the way in which I was remade during those three years after the divorce, the way in which I found sense in my glow-up season, and little lessons that prepared me to receive true love when it finally came.