We plot, we plan, we assume things are going to go A certain way and then they don’t and we find ourselves In a new place, a place we haven’t been before, a place we never would have imagined on our own
We find ourselves looking around asking ourselves, “How did I get here?” “Who am I?”
And so it was difficult and unexpected and maybe even Tragic and yet it opened us up and freed us to see Things in a whole new way To see ourselves in a whole new way
Suffering does that It hurts, But it also creates.
I’m awakened to realize that some of the most significant turning points in my Life have come not because it all went right, but because It all fell apart
It’s as if the pieces of who I was had all been put together wrong to begin with Forced to fit in a mold in which they were never created for Tainted by demons of the past Misplaced by pain, rejection and lies
So they needed to be busted out The pieces of who I had become Scattered to the ground in front of me
Nothing of great value comes without high cost Refined in fire Pressed down and molded Worn and stripped away until taken true form Broken and put back together again Taken to the breaking point, where it seemed all would be lost
Then just at that crucial moment, right before all was destroyed
Rescued Redeemed Stripped of all former impurities Re-shapped into everything that is pure and beautiful
It’s strange how there can be art in the agony.