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Live Forward

Image These words are inspired by a conversation I recently had with a newly widowed woman who, despite her grief and disappointment, felt compelled to, in her words “live forward.” They are also based on a reflection I wrote for a time renewal and rejuvenation I took part in for my hospice colleagues, during which we took time to release the pain we come into contact with and experience, and move toward working, and living, at our best.  There are times for all of us when we are weary, worn and heavy.  We feel the weight of a million little burdens on us like a hard rain that pelts down without mercy.  We have taken on the pain of others and had our hearts broken. We crumble under the stronghold of words that were spoken out of haste or unkindly, sometimes by others, sometimes by ourselves.  We sense the constraint of time and the demands of each day.  It is daunting.  We are alone and suffocating. There are the times we feel stretched, so stretched, thin, weak, unusable, like a threadbare rag.  We have a deep seated fear that we are infertile and impotent, that we are incapable of producing anything meaningful or beautiful.  We are fruitless and discouraged. There are times we cry alone, within the safety of our walls, because it is too hard to show the vulnerability of our heartache, and we honestly don’t know if we could put words together to make sense of it all even if we were asked.  There are moments when the ground underneath us turns to mush, when we have no conscious awareness of an anchor.  We are unmoored, knocked about by waves, anticipating the inevitable crash. In these very moments when we fight our secret battles while holding it all together on the outside, we find ourselves perhaps more open to the possibility that we were not meant to manage all of this on our own.  Here the words of Madeleine L’Engle, which inspired the name of this blog, find themselves planted firmly in the soil of my mind:  “It’s a good thing to have all the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand.”  It is good to be still, to take a deep breath, and to press down and feel the rock, the solid ground underneath.  Because there is solid ground, there is an anchor, there is a shore, and there is peace. We are not alone. There is a peace in the knowing that these moments do not define us, and they do not need to isolate and silence us.  They are real moments and it is good to acknowledge them.  But if we are wise, we will take the next step, the step of knowing “this too will pass.” And then the next step, the step of feeling the solid ground under our feet, the Rock, the One who never leaves us or forsakes us.  Then the next step, the step of seeing a hope and future that is held out before us. Step. Step. Step. Step, continuing on in faith, continuing on in a hope that is defiant in the face of all the hurt, sorrow, and disappointment we have encountered.  This faith, this hope, these are what define us and propel us to keep steadily moving on. And when we have taken these steps, when we feel the solidness of our faith, we are able to stand a little taller, feel a little bigger, more useful, and more alive.  And we are able to reach out to others, speak out kindness and encouragement, and receive it in turn, adding fruit to fruit, light to light.  We are able to live forward. Because each day that we choose to take one small step, trusting that each step leads us on, our faith in the solid footing grows.  And we can claim and act upon the courage and the strength to continue on, and not just to continue on, but to actively live our lives in forward progression, in hopeful expectation, no longer alone, no longer fruitless, no longer without an anchor, but flourishing with the strength, joy, encouragement, and peace that are rooted deeply within our hearts.        

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