My heart is in a million different places as the morning breaks, the rain abates and words from Isaiah wend their way within my soul as the quiet sustains a struggling sunrise. Residual mists of the night and damp, dark and air, haven't cleared the mountain and even still mask the rays and limit the view. In the relative cold and sodden sopping aftermath of heaven's temperament, its latency yields just a little more time within the lapse to render deeper insight from random thoughts coming together in order and relevance. It's a window of opportunity when the prolonged dark offers permission to mull action and consideration, weigh decisions while drinking in perspective just for the gray-cast shadow and additional waterfall.
It's metaphorical, really - for we know that at some point the sun will shine so brightly that it will provide the rays of light needed for growth and vision, foliage and blossom. Lingering shadows add generous droplets of life-sustaining elixir within the drenching of the storm. There is never a mistake within timing - there is wisdom in the darkness as all that we pray for, work for, strive for, ask for - all will thrive more so than if knowledge had come too prematurely and dried up the tenderness of the young, green leaves wanting so desperately, in a rush of impatience and ignorance, to make it larger than the mighty Oak in fractions of a season. Yes, a cover and blanket meant for defining truth and development before the burgeoning renewal and awakening of daylight hails more opportunity for lasting prosperity.
So much is happening for so many people. So much good. So much faith. So much belief. Forces of time and abundance are working together for love and connection, happiness and joy in every single one of our lives as we lift our heads in hope beyond perceptions of reality. That we should ever consider putting our goals and needs within the confining vision of now would be to deny the sun its cycle and the moon its glory.
My life has been healed beyond measure and been handed joy just for the privilege of sharing it with this man of my heart. I know that my kids have been guided and loved so well under his wisdom; for that I am grateful as it makes me weak just for the magnitude of his generosity. Yes, all of our children are flourishing - watched over, blessed and given over to care - taken in directions that will see to their own peace, healing, life and happiness.
Prayers are in my heart as much as joy is in my soul. Life is not perfection - to seek or expect that would be to have continual disappointment. Perfection is found in the midst of the process, in the feelings evoked from the lessons, in the stunning silence of cognition, in seeing small changes which signify answers to larger miracles. Oh, to develop compassion and find with it healing and love within our own right for ourselves, our failings, our missteps and blunders. Roads denied and new ones always forged! The removal of fear from "doing it wrong" since integrity and God's grace will never deny giving us another opportunity to make it right. That is where my heart expands and I give thanks unto Him. He Lives, He loves, He cares and He sees. All will be well. Hope is an Eternal principle and a gateway to everything.
- Becca
- This Carman Girl
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