How powerful it is to love myself so much that I could get through the storm with faith in the miracle. Even when the sky is dark, there is always a speck of light. That speck of light is more powerful than any darkness. It is all about where you fix your gaze.
It was in that darkness that I chose to focus on the speck of light. As I did, the light became bigger and bigger. Of course I would shift to the dark sky in moments and I would cry. I cried because I didn’t understand, I cried because I was so hurt. I cried because I felt that I had lost something of value. But then I shifted my eyes back to the light. Back to my deep and profound knowing that this was a gift. An embrace of my faith and my belief that I am worthy of the same beautiful love that I give. In the light I could feel the warmth of truth. I could feel a breakthrough on the horizon. I could feel that this pain was a blessing. A part of my journey and part of a bigger plan. My instinct sensed that I was being protected. That I was being loved and cared for by God. So although I was in pain, I could feel His love. Those who leave us are not for us long-term but they do come to teach us. They come to wake up parts of ourselves that we have denied. Parts of ourselves that are essential for our greater purpose. When we can look at life with faith, we can always find that speck of light. If we focus on the darkness, it only gets stronger but it is in the dark that the light is that much greater. The light is that much easier to see. It is our pride that keeps us attuned to what is and what’s wrong and it is in our humility that we can accept and find hope and purpose. It is in our acceptance that we can find healing and in our healing, we begin to understand. We begin to see what we needed to learn. What needed to be awakened inside so it could be reflected to the world. In our story we find freedom. In our honesty we find our purpose. This life isn’t always easy or perhaps it rarely is. However, it can be easier. It can be better. It can be beautiful. When we let go of our own story of how things are supposed to go and allow ourselves to sense the vastness of God’s love, we understand that everything can serve us with a faithful perspective. Who has told you that life ends when your heart stops beating? Who has taught you that love dies? Nothing is ever dead when we realize it is so much more than what we can see. Imagine God didn’t intervene? Imagine I hadn’t gone through that storm. What would I be? What lies would I be living? What pride would I be carrying? Imagine that someone out there is looking in their own storm for light. Imagine they are needing support. And imagine that you are that speck that they catch a glimpse of. The choice is ours. Let the storm make us a part of the already dark sky or let the storm redirect us to the truth. To the light and to our greater purpose. We can’t control what happens, but we can control how we respond. It is amazing to realize that it is up to us. It’s our choice. I choose to love. I choose to be a light, never dimmed by another. What do you choose?
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