8 months ago
We all have those moments when our hearts are filled with sorrow and loneliness, moments when we find ourselves among others we love but feel more like we are foreigners amongst them, aliens in their presence. Moments when the weight of this broken world and the yearning for home war against our soul's mission to bring healing, to be light in the middle of darkness, to edify, upbuild, and manifest eternities unconditional love. These are the moments that challenge our perspective and require a disciplined practice of mindfulness and humble, transparent prayer. .
I had one of these moments today, one that deeply moved my soul into producing warm rivers of tears. The moment came out of a soulful conversation, one of unmasked honesty, one where I was not met with dismissive anger or annoyance. And to be honest, I needed that moment, I needed the tears to flow, I needed the vulnerability and nakedness of that moment. Which is why I chose to surrender to it, to allow myself to bend as the weight of it laid over me. I didn't resist it, I didn't judge myself for it, and I offered no apologies for it either. Instead, I sat mindfully, fully welcoming and embracing its hurricane waters with a heart completely open to the wisdom it wished to wash me with.
Moments like these are inevitable for all of us, yet so often we resist them because of the discomfort we feel. However, today reminded me that these moments come to help bend us, to get us to maintain spiritual, emotional, and mental flexibility so that when the rage of life's storms come violently into our lives we have enough flexibility to bend and not break.
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