I've been somewhere for the past few months. Somewhere scary, somewhere beautiful. Somewhere uncomfortable, somewhere peaceful. Somewhere intense, somewhere inspiring. Somewhere afraid, somewhere fearless. Somewhere understanding, somewhere confused. Somewhere loud, somewhere quiet. Somewhere sad, somewhere happy. Somewhere learning, growing, seeking, praying, trying - my mind. Some challenging things have gone on over the past few months that have drawn me to a deeper place of introspection. I'm grateful. It's hard but really I am thankful. And happy. So happy. When something hard comes along I know that it's only to draw me closer to life and Good. And to the next thing, and the next. Not to say I don't have days that are tricky. But I am really beginning to understand that there is beauty before me that I can't fathom, but I should wait for willingly, trustingly. I know I'm held within a Love more capable and strong than my own, one that watches my feet for me, and illumines my eyes for me. When I remember that, I can look at the trees and the faces and books and all the wonderful things that the earth is made up of. Without that how can I be full of love and life for others?
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