Saturday. Reflection day.
Sun tickled eyes awake this morning and, after a long week of gray skies, it was much needed medicine.
Everything seems clearer today.
As I look back on these days with faith-filled eyes, gratitude overwhelms. He showers endless gifts.
We have made the most of this time together, and I am thankful for this “pushing through” that He urged me to do in the midst of this melancholy. My arms are open wide to receive these blessings.
He was there.
These moments we will hold close to our hearts in the bleak days that visit us in the future.
He has taught me (once again) not to trust my feelings. That He is there, even when I do not perceive Him. Though I have felt alone in the past few days, I held fast to what I know is true.
He is here.
These moments of solitude should not be feared; though even in embracing them, I still do.
Fear, that is.
He sends me this to strengthen:
“Yet faith tells me that this solitude is not real, that in our aloneness we come from God, are in God, are on the way to God. Further, that we shall one day be one with the one God, so sharing his solitude. Yet, that same faith assures us that God’s solitude is a community of love. So what looks lone turns out not to be.
“Which is why solitude is so good. By means of entering into it, you discover it’s not like you were told. It is not lonely in that way. It is lonely, but when you live with it for a while, it turns on you, it opens up, it unfolds.”—Matthew Kelty, Flute Solo
Today, it is unfolding, friends. Like the petals of a flower in this warm sun shining through my window. Bleakness is lifting and blue skies smile down.
Have a beautiful day, sweet ones. You bless me so.
Thanks you, sweet friends, for your kind words and encouragement. You love humbles me and leads me to Him.