What is it about the sand in your toes and the water gently hitting my calves with the wind blowing off the lake that brings such peace?
Most people hate change and yet somehow i love it. I hear the voice of God in my heart that gently says "it's coming"
A few years back i had been serving at BH and i felt like i was going to be taking a break, it had been many years of serving dinner. I thought surely i wasn't hearing God correctly. I loved serving at BH. Even if sometimes people were "peopling". I always (not always! 😂 i tried!!) took it as such a compliment that they felt comfortable enough to tell me how they liked it. One day Pastor Crystal came to talk to me to tell me that she was changing the time of dinner and i knew. I could barely make it at 5, there was no way i was making it at 4:30. We both cried. I still serve just not as often. My calendar seems to always open at "just the right time" 😉
The only thing that ever remains constant is change.
Things are changing. I'm leaning in. Feeling. Breathing. Sometimes i catch myself start to cry and i want to push the feelings down. They sting. But when we are born the first thing others want to hear is the cry. It's a sign of life. And now is no different. Crying is a sign of life. Of feeling.
Alchemy.
a seemingly magical process of transformation, creation, or combination.
Crying brings transformation for me. Out with the old. In with the new. Time to replace things I've held like a cactus for too long but afraid to let go of because it would hurt. Almost as if I had become so used to the pain that i didn't realize there was another way. Time for beautiful things in the place where the hurt was and healing has and will continue to take place and new things are growing.
Beauty from ashes.
Change is good. The water washes away the old and brings in the new.
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