I’ll never know why life throws curve balls that sometimes knock you flat. Situations out of your control that make you bend beyond any bending ever managed prior. I don’t even think I have the ability to TRY to understand anymore.
But I’ve discovered there’s a sacred place beyond the breaking point, the point where there’s a choice to either find yourself shattered or contorted, twisted, still intact but bent beyond recognition. There’s a fine line where you cross over into infinity, into a field of open ended possibilities and options. And it’s simply a matter of figuring out it’s a choice, even when there seems to be a tornado of events swirling around. One small shift in your brain where in the face of “fight or flight” you find a calming peace and strength that isn’t your own but IS your own all in the same instant. And you make peace with everyone and everything.
A person can open eyes and see that you can walk the path of victim, victim of a disease, victim of physical pain, victim of a broken heart… or you can walk the path of seeking joy, no matter what happens around you. Sometimes it’s difficult to remember the power of laughter, the incredible strength of a smile, but it appears as if magically, unrehearsed and unplanned after the temporary tragedies.
We have a mystical, magical ability to find light in the middle of dark, happy inside of sorrow, courage inside of fear. We find it within. We find it within each other. A quiet, subtle “homing device” that brings us to a better place.
I’m meeting up with an old friend from college today after spending the evening with incredible friends, music and laughter. And it might not seem like much, but it’s enough to alter a life. It’s the way God has whispered reassurances. It’s the way I’m reminded that sometimes you have to just completely let go and trust good things will always, always find you.
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