Short Term Blessings...

A person who drifts into your life, or you breeze into theirs for a short period of time...an offer of short term work before my time back with the Ministry has created a short term blessing in the form of an elderly gentleman...when I sit back and reflect on the grace with which he handles this new phase of life, I am equal parts humbled and filled with admiration. From ambulatory to wheelchair ridden within weeks, he has taken It in stride with a determination to be independent and self-sufficient...no self-pity, no down in the dumps grump, just your typical boomer doing what needs to be done.

With grace I walk, with humility I swim, with a heart of thankfulness and gratitude I assist and wonder if I would be of the same bent, equally persistent and willing...

In each of our lives, we have people come and go; some for good, some for evil, some for a season, and others for the long haul. From each I suppose we have something to learn, do we not my friends? We learn to enforce boundaries, to enlarge our capacity for love and compassion, to walk away when the signs are all clear that danger awaits, that duplicity and deceitfulness seek to enfold, to shower down upon your peaceful life.

We open our arms to new family members, to new friends and old we haven't seen in some time and in doing so we embrace life a little bit more...we venture off the path to new adventures, to exciting ideas, thoughts and wants. All healing the broken places and spaces, peace by piece...little by large, until shiny new scar tissue covers the raw wounds stronger than ever before.

This is our future dear treasures...this is our path to healing...days it feels so fast we can hardly catch our collective breath, while others it slows to molasses in winter...trudging one foot after the other until we reach a summit to plant a new flag of victory, of relief from the chaos of purgatory we left behind.

It IS doable, despite the apathy of the system, the failings of those in authority to do what is right, what is just...all in the name of lethargy, and a weighty caseload growing by the hour.

No matter the number of calls, the speaking til no words are left...justice continues to grind...there is another type of justice and whether we call it karma or God and the equal measure, pressed down and shaken that will come to the monster, the evil puppet master, the cowardly mess disguised as human, will be fearsome...of this I am sure.

Life finds a way....

So, dear friends, walk it out...speak it, move in it, stand up and take notice of all that is around you, and SEE...see who you are in that hot mess the abuser has created and choreographed just for you....you are a shining light that should be standing on a hill, not huddled beneath the heap & refuse piled upon you in that pit. Even there...oh even there you shine my dear lost ones...they see it and continue with everything they have to destroy what spark you have left, lest they fall to shame, to guilt, to recriminations over the horror and terror they have caused numerous women.

You, are worthy of all that is good and lovely...every minute of each day, worthy. Of love...of gladness...of joy...of peace. Stand now, and take it back one truth at a time.

God Bless you as you find your way, with protection, with guidance, with courage.