It speaks to us through the flowers. The mountain tops echo it beauty. It sings through the stars in the sky. It's in-between the most concealed cracks. To run from it is to run into it. It calls our hearts. It calls our souls. It feels our pain.
Nothing is meaningless. All is up for redemption. Darkness flowing in can be rays of light flowing out.
We are not alone in our pain. Our musings are not ours alone. There is One who shares our burdens. We cannot reach a place where we are alone, no matter the darkest hole we go down. The One will be waiting for us there.
Preceding a spoken word is a spirit it is born from. And preceding the spirit it is born from is a great compassion that seeks to speak through everything.
When we have given up on ourselves, we are not given up upon. When it seems we have chosen darkness, light has still chosen us. When we are on a plank atop the vast ocean, the ocean is love. When our experience and what we hope for don't seem to coincide, there is a deeper Reality that eternally understands. When we want to try for one thing, but do another, love is found in both.
My shortcomings. My darkness. My anger. Are but pebbles looking up at the tidal wave. They are meant to be swept up, to give way to the great adventure.
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