Sunday, March 27, 2016
When Sunday Comes
It's Easter Sunday. I've typically avoided traditional routines for the last few years. It was too much. And I had not been able to escape that hollow, empty feeling. It's a strange thing being in the middle of a crowd yet feeling like you are all but invisible. The crowds of people and yet still, I went home alone. And somehow I couldn't escape it. Last year was the first year that something was changing in me. I bought my girl and I new dresses and the boy, he dressed up too. It was a Saturday night service we attended. And for the first time it felt solid. I felt ok. Something was changing. The next day on Easter Sunday was the day God began pulling me through a new door. I had no idea what that next year would bring to me. Let go....He was saying and oh how I tried. This has been a year of huge change for me. Again, nothing left untouched in my world. It's hard to find yourself again in a place of uncertain. Yet here I am. It's hard to find yourself in a place of new and uncharted, yet again, here I stand. He's whispering again.....Let go... Shut it off, turn it down, lift your head and go. Stop looking back. Yes....the hardness, the bitter root that comes when you look at it all face to face and question why. I've done that a lot in the last few years. On the days where nothing made sense I asked again and again, for the love, why?? And there will always be the questions without answers. There will always be the things that will never make sense this side of heaven. And I see the silver strand of goodness laced through this journey. And I am amazed most days that He has turned all that into all this. I think looking back so often bring the exhaustion. Looking back at what was the past causes me to stumble going forward. And this rain....days and days of this....holding me in a place I do not quite like. No not at all. Because the stillness sets in and I have to face things I perhaps would just rather run out instead of look at. If He removes it, then it was not needed. And open hands do not mean lack. The letting go provides the means to take hold of new. Thankful.