Full Circle

I recently visited my birthplace of Omaha Nebraska. I went back to see my folks and friends. It was a sweet trip because I came there victorious, an overcomer, no longer imprisioned by the wounds I carried for years. I could freely love my parents and forgive them. I took a picture of a drugstore we used to frequent to buy candy and magazines. It was boarded up, the signs were raggedy and broken, signs of long term neglect. That speaks to me of an era that has passed. I feel a twinge of sadness, but it doesn't last as I look at the now and the future God has for me. It's all good.