A Love Letter of Hope – A Time for Mourning a Time for Dancing
Life isn’t always beautiful roses and fragrant daffodils. Sometimes life carries the stench of dead things – dead dreams, dead hopes, dead feelings, loss of people, loss of relationships. It reeks of pungent rottenness. We’ve all been there. Heads hanging so low, not even the sun can lift them. Hearts so heavy with the ashes of our pain that we are immobilized. Yes, life isn’t always a beautiful song. Sometimes it is the wincing melody of screeching nails on black chalkboard.
Leaf on the Ground by Marvia Davidson
When I lose my way because of fear, doubt, disbelief, or too many chatty world choices – I run to God. I am a person of faith, and lately that faith has been challenged. Look much at the world and all that overwhelm, disarray, and conflict? It’s emotionally, spiritually, and mentally exhausting.
So today, for when your heart breaks, I offer these words.
I didn’t always feel like pressing in. There were many moments I wanted to turn and walk – no – run away. Far away. It is the human impulse to turn tail and flee when life is barking at you back. But what good is running away if the dream still chases you down, refusing to let you go?What good is hiding, when the dream is the shadow in your darkness? What good is trying to walk away, when the dream trails your footfall?
There is a moment in life where we question everything. Doubts begin to rise. Our faith begins to falter. We wonder did we get it wrong. How is it possible for life to keep going but to feel fixed in time, stuck in the same place with no advancing movement? Maybe you’ve felt it too.
Perhaps it is the season. Emotions run high, low, and everywhere in between. We are faced with yet another ending. The year has run its course again. We are left holding on a flimsy, hole-poked bag of “all we had to give.” Life demands more. It keeps asking. It does not relent. We may even feel we have nothing left to offer.