Juggler of words and children…collector of pottery shards
You looked into the darkest places.
The moments seared by grief.
The long, weary nights, drenched in tears.
You paused in front of the gaping moments of sorrow in your life.
The days you lost the most,
Were betrayed the most brutally.
You stood in front of all of the decisions you wish you hadn’t made.
Gathered every regret in the palms of your hands.
This is my story too.
And I will be grateful because…
God was there.
He was always there in the middle of it all.
Redeeming it all.
Using it all to prepare me for His service.
Because He wastes nothing.
And nothing can separate me from His love.
So, I will give thanks.
I will give thanks for it all.
Turn my face toward the rising sun.
And I will dance.
“The mystery of the dance is that its movements are discovered in the mourning. To heal is to let the Holy Spirit call me to dance, to believe again, even amid my pain, that God will orchestrate and guide my life.”- Henri Nouwen