I have a favorite path I walk regularly in the midst of corn fields and ponds.
With my iPod and my camera I walk the paved path, which if it could speak, could tell you of the tears I've shed, the days when I walked into the wind,
when I have cried out to God and searched for beauty and meaning.
I think many thoughts and listen for God's voice as I walk.
Today I smiled in the sunshine, marveling at our atypical winter... 40 some degrees in January?
I was surprised with the thought that I'm almost to acceptance.
In a way that scares me,
but emerging from grieving does not mean that the missing will be gone, just less raw.
In the past month I have experienced such incredible healing and restoration,
and I am so thankful for that!
Smiles and laughter come more naturally.
Still on the path, and almost to acceptance.
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