I know that life has an end.
It has a beginning…
But its the journey that defines us; rooting us deep in our convictions and understandings; Building character, relationships and truths that help us accept difficulties or explain the purpose of the beginning and the end.
We learn to love, we learn to hate, we learn to worship and idolize- we learn.
We grow back.
We get weathered by the storm…
We glow with confidence and pride in the restoration.
That’s a journey.
We can’t just live on a straight plane going in either direction-
We need the valleys, we need the mountian tops to look down upon and see how far we have come and how far we have to go.
We are all part of a story, a gigantic interwoven tapestry, meant to be the most beautiful thing constructed…
Some threads are joyfully worn, some are stubborn, not wanting to blend with the weave-
Some are brightly colored and some are stained, but being interconnected within the whole, the stain is tertiary to the bigger picture, and to our part in holding the weave and pattern together.
That being said,
The past six months has been a struggle to stay woven with the blend.
I have been frayed.
I have been knitted back in.
I have seen my parents struggles affect me in different ways.
I am not able to communicate in the ways that I was before.
I am silent.
Contemplative. Skeptical. Doubting. Fearful…
I know what truth is.
It’s just finding my way back to trusting, and understanding…
I know that I am not meant to be confused, or anxious, like I awake to many mornings.
I know that I am only going to find solace and restoration and healing when I trust the one who created me.
I am meant to enjoy.
I am meant to step back and see the good work that is going on before me…
There are many things that I am looking forward to finding out…
And the great thing that the Lord is going to do if I let Him….