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Circles

   Sometimes I wonder if God works in shapes as much as He does numbers. In scripture, we see significance in numbers throughout its entirety. But, this week, He has shown me He also works in shapes.
   I will admit, it has been a rough 2 weeks. I still feel as if I am reeling from the change in the status of my relationship with brown boy, but I know that that status must change. There is no way it couldn't. I was always aware. However, it doesn't make it easy. On Sunday, I was contacted by a former and in one moment, as I read this message, I felt a complete sense of indifference. It wasn't until a few days later when I received a message from another former that I saw a shape.
    I wrote recently of a feeling of change. I wrote of this impending feeling of work that is soon to be done in my life. I don't know what or when or anything else...but I know it is coming. Well, this week has ushered a nice circle shape. When I saw the message I was shocked and excited and confused...all because I couldn't figure out why now.
    For what purpose was God bringing me back full circle to this person? For what purpose was this happening now? Was it to soften the blow of reality I was/am dealing with concerning the loss of the brown one? Was it because there was unfinished business I needed to wrap up? Was it for a grander purpose? I don't know...I still don't know. But, what I do know is this: the former is different. The former, the one who makes the last year and a half a circle, has encouraged and inspired in a short time.
    We have all heard the quote: "Some people come into our lives for a short time and some for a lifetime." So, God showed me two shapes this week: the straight line I desire to find my way and the circle of perhaps help I may need to get there. I don't carry within me a deep sense of confusion toward this new aspect of my life. I don't even carry expectation or desire. I see a plain enclosed circle. For we have come full circle, he and I once again. Friends once...friends again. I feel blessed.

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