I’ve been musing, editing and weaving this blog post for months now. It’s never seemed quite right and I’ve not been able to figure it out other than this is about Beauty from Ashes, something amazing coming from a place of darkness or death. It seems lately that most of the things I struggle with are brought to the surface, bringing to mind an obvious cliche of boiling impurities out of metals to refine them. Or regrowth after a devastating forest fire.
It seems like every step forward it met with a quick swipe at my knees knocking me over. But it’s ok. It really is. My life isn’t meant to be easy, it’s meant to be profoundly challenging and adrenaline fueled with purpose and intent.
I think I love the phrase Beauty from Ashes so much because it’s at those dark moments in my life, where I felt empty or hopeless, or simply a small chapter is closed, that some of the most beautiful things emerge.
I’ve been devastated over the last 5 years, but out of the ashes, I feel a reawakening and soul stirring peace and life. My heart pounds with life and not fear.
I love today, I have loved this week. I will look forward even more to next week as greenery creeps back into my life even though the outside green is turning bright colors as it dies. Fitting some how and poetic even though I never understand it all.
I feel so thankful and satisfied and I drink in the moment greedily, gulping almost at the breath of life and want to store it all up for the hard days.
Bear is having surgery next week, I am worried but peaceful, please keep him in your prayers for the next week as we prepare and travel down to Little Rock.