7-Mile Bridge

Last year around this time I drove myself down to Key West. I was the only one in my car, but I was never alone.

There was something that happened down there over a decade ago that I knew I needed to physically be there again to remember; even more so to confront and acknowledge in order to let it go.

I was feeling fine, excited, enjoying the ride and my podcasts. But, when I turned onto the Florida Turnpike I started shivering. It turned into full body shaking, almost to the point I was going to pullover.

I realized then just how many emotions were suppressed, but my body remembered. It changed the tone of the drive. I turned off the podcast, drove in silence just praying and focusing on my breathing. I was so scared! I knew God was inviting me into healing down there, but this - whatever I was feeling - was terrifying me.

I got to the 7-mile Bridge and realized I was going to be driving this bridge while watching the sunset. I couldn’t deny that timing. God had me, He saw me, Jesus was with me there. He was setting the sun on a chapter of pain and confusion even before I made it to that island.

I had begged for healing and understanding for years, but it wasn’t until I surrendered my need for it that I received it. Down there I came to a conclusion that I’d never fully understand what happened that night so many years ago. I left with peace that I might not ever get the answers I wanted. I left living in wonder of the unknown and finally laying it all down at His feet. My adamant, stubborn ways to find all the answers were given back to Him. I fully trusted that He would reveal to me things at the moment I needed them. He had the answers all along, and the journey that followed walking with Him as He revealed in His perfect time has been the greatest adventure.

An adventure to let God rewrite the darkest parts of my story and to allow Him the chance to set the sun on pain and confusion.