There’s times when you know you’ve grown.
Like the time you were strong enough to say no to that extra slice of cake (I’m still working on it) or yes to truth telling when a lump in the throat is sure to hold you back. But you know you’ve really grown when you stare your deepest darkest fear square in the face and the monster that was hairy and green with fiery eyes and horns growing clean out of its head is simply a girl…your girl…retching in the parking lot of a gas station. And you find yourself not shaking a bit or breathing hard to stay present, but stooping to push soiled hair from a tear stained face whispering it’s going to be ok only this time meaning it instead of wishing it. And in this out of body moment you grasp for the first time that ALL the crazy good and bad sum up the adventure of life.
And we only get to live it once.
I’m usually the one picking the red m&m’s out of the bunch instead of swallowing them all down together.
I turn to glance out the window and there they are. All lined up on the sill, healing in these bottles. It hits home, it really is all grace. We’re all sick as dogs and I’m giddy with joy.
Amazing the freedom when fear’s set free. And I can’t believe it’s taken me a lifetime for it to sink in and take root.
Embrace each moment for what it is. This ugly turned beautiful with pure lavish grace all joy for the taking.