I made a choice to live. It was hard, but essentially I chose life.
To return to my body, I knew the road would be long and hard.
I would experience pain and embarrassment for the rest of my life,
but I would know the joy of having a mortal body.
And in that moment, I missed my body and suddenly understood the gift a
physical body is- even an injured body.
My spirit longed to be with my body again.
It was my choice.
I wanted to watch my children get married, have children and
I wanted to be with Christian.
I wanted a body- no matter what shape it was in.
I wanted to come home.
I wanted to be a wife and mother again on Earth.
I feel blessed everyday because I am doing just that- even in
a imperfect shell.
