"To everything there is a season."
Sometimes you find yourself out of season--
the time in between when things must shift.
There is a big difference between
keeping and letting go,
searching and counting losses,
embracing and parting.
And when that shift comes,
it feels like something is wrong.
The shift can be a painful process.
It feels
like everything around me
can be placed in a box called “shifting.”
The box is
bulging.
And I think
if one more thing
comes
flying at me well, maybe,
the tears won’t
stop.
I know I am
not alone in this season,
but that
doesn’t make it easier.
Because
pain is personal.
The
prescription is universal and
it is
called grace.
He is
moving us forward
and the root of the word "forward"
involves the concept
of turning.
To move
forward we have to turn
our back on
the things behind us.
Some of
those things were very good.
Some of
those things we wish we
had done
differently.
Some of
those things we could not
have done
any other way.
We just
wish some of it turned out differently.
We can’t
help having some regret in life—
a certain
sadness for things
that didn’t
go like we had hoped.
That is
called normal.
But to move
forward,
we have to let
go of those.
We have to
recognize that there were times
we could
have done nothing differently.
Most of the
time, we did the best we could.
Even years
later, when we think
we could
have done better,
we are judging
with a different set of eyes
and insight
we didn’t have then.
We have to look
back and
take the
lesson forward.
Because
forward is the only direction
that has any
life in it.
Every day
is a gift with the words
“second chance” written all over it.
We can do
things differently,
because we
can take our redeemed
experiences forward.
It becomes less about doing things differently
and more about being different--
in our being.
To be different, I am praying that
I am better able
to live in grace.
To see it,
trust it and allow it
to run through my veins.
I want to
live in the reality that includes
both regret
over what did not go as hoped
and passion
for what lies in this moment.
And the
understanding that in this moment,
I may feel
neither regret nor passion.
I may
actually feel the ordinary.
But if I
can learn to see the grace in it all,
then I can see this day as opportunity
to be
different, to be alive,
to be loved, to love others.
The tears
can come or not come.
He is in it
all.
His grace
is sufficient for everything.
I am moving
forward.
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