I Express Myself Through Writing
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[b]Memories[/b]
Fierce grace...."Before"....happy grace...love grace...good things kept happening....Then, death...grief...losing things...pain...loneliness...uncertainty...also grace... HEAVY GRACE.
I discovered that God and I were on speaking terms as long as no one was to blame. In my sadness, one afternoon, alone in my room, I poured out all my sorrows, my confusions, my struggles, my daily wrestling matches with life. In my yelling and crying and pleading, like a little girl so desperate looking for reassurance, finally I was able to utter, "Just don't forsake me."....exhausted, but came a relief, in surrendering....to my fatigue and to the peaceful sleep that followed.
[b]In our sleep, pain
which cannot forget,
falls drop by drop
upon the heart,
until
in our own despair
against our will,
comes wisdom through
the awful grace of God[/b]
[c=#008099] -Aeschylus[/c]
In retrospect, how strange that the nature of life is change, yet the nature of human beings is to resist change. How ironic that the difficult times we fear might ruin us are the very ones that can break us open and help us blossom into who we are meant to be.
[b]Memories[/b]
Fierce grace...."Before"....happy grace...love grace...good things kept happening....Then, death...grief...losing things...pain...loneliness...uncertainty...also grace... HEAVY GRACE.
I discovered that God and I were on speaking terms as long as no one was to blame. In my sadness, one afternoon, alone in my room, I poured out all my sorrows, my confusions, my struggles, my daily wrestling matches with life. In my yelling and crying and pleading, like a little girl so desperate looking for reassurance, finally I was able to utter, "Just don't forsake me."....exhausted, but came a relief, in surrendering....to my fatigue and to the peaceful sleep that followed.
[b]In our sleep, pain
which cannot forget,
falls drop by drop
upon the heart,
until
in our own despair
against our will,
comes wisdom through
the awful grace of God[/b]
[c=#008099] -Aeschylus[/c]
In retrospect, how strange that the nature of life is change, yet the nature of human beings is to resist change. How ironic that the difficult times we fear might ruin us are the very ones that can break us open and help us blossom into who we are meant to be.
