Let Hope Flow

I f I could put into words how I’m feeling these days the only word that would even come close would be well … Happy. Unadulterated contentment. When I think back over the last few years to say they were difficult would be an understatement. They were some of the toughest of my life. But just like my dad told me so many years ago when my first life storm hit, “Spring always returns”. And just like that everything is in bloom. I’m happier, so much happier, these days and I must admit I’m finding it harder to write without the ammunition of pain spurring me along. Yet, although I am in one of the happiest seasons I can remember in a long time, I am painfully aware of the suffering of so many others.

Perhaps that is God’s way with us. To steer us safely to the other side of our pain so that we in turn can reach back and extend our hand to others letting them know they are not alone. And in fact, there were others ahead waiting on the shore for me to welcome me, dry you me off, give me solace and return me to life. Angel upon angel descended upon me with messages of comfort, restoration, hope and love in just the right ways and at just the right times so that I, though desolate, never did extinguish hope. It was always there. Quiet. Steadfast. Unbothered. Ever Present. For it knew that in time everything wrong would be made right.

Indeed the best thing I’ve done for myself to date was take a time out on loving others so that I could focus on loving me. What I thought would take one year, in fact, took two and in the rear view mirror of it all I now see so clearly how utterly neglected I’d become and absolutely necessary resting was.