I feel hope rise more and more with a new ability to look ahead without fear. Gaining confidence I lost when I lost him. Growing strong where the weak and fragile places existed. Ceasing to be swayed by the unpredictability of the wind.
Vulnerability can be staggering ... strength and courage has to be found somewhere within.
Though I question, God gave us what we could handle I guess. I mean, I'm still here. And him? I still think of how he "handled" it all. How could I ever forget? Words escape me in describing it. It's locked into my brain and seared into my soul. The strength.... only God could have been the source. It changed me. I was a witness and I was a part of it. It rearranged my psyche. My perspectives will be forever altered.
I've learned. I've learned so much. I don't even feel like the same person. At times I thought I was hardening. A rock. But when that rock shattered it came back together soft and pliable with a deeper understanding of others, of life... and of myself.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. ~Anne Lamott
Kindness, like a boomerang, always returns. ~Author Unknown
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. ~Anne Lamott
Kindness, like a boomerang, always returns. ~Author Unknown
It's so great to read your words and feel the hope coming from them :-) I think you're a really wonderful and warm person and it's nice to see you like this.
ReplyDeletelove from Belgium,
Cindy
I think your words can help heal a lot of people. thank you for shareing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Kathy. I think we are always supposed to be soft and pliable so we can continue to learn. You've said some lovely things here.
ReplyDeleteAs always, your words touch and inspire me.
ReplyDeletePS I love that picture of you above your blog list!
Hugs~