Sunday, August 8, 2021

 Lord, i need to know if my life has any kind of purpose right now


what is my why? it's not about what i do, or what i've done. i've been and done so many things...
  • student
  • soldier
  • momma
  • housewife
  • dependent
  • childcare worker
  • counselor
  • teacher
  • missionary
  • interpreter/translator
  • artisan
that's my resume, not my purpose. 

i have worn so many masks, put them on, take them off, layed them down, stored some of them, burned others, put another one back on.... it's exhausting. 
today is one of those days that i just want to open my mouth wide and let out that primal scream that just keeps going and going and going, until i have exhausted all the scream, expelled all the anger, hurt, rage, pain, fat, insanity, regret, denial, negativity, awkward memories, shame, embarrassement, guilt, darkness; all of it gone.
 then, what is left of me? an open wound? 
yes... 
and this is where the journey can get muddy because i have to make a decision. there are several choices in lighting, like at the home improvement center. i need to decide what kind of effect do i want to have in my environment. 
these days i prefer the soft hues of warm amber tones. i long for the woody scents of embers in the fireplace. i remember the first "apartment" we shared. it was a small studio cabin in washington state, surrounded by tall pines; it rained constantly. our favorite thing to do was sit in front of the fireplace, talking and making plans, awaiting the birth of our first son. that's the kind of light i want in my life; that soft glow, the sound of the rain, the smell of wood burning, the love, the hope, the dreams, the safety, the power of that sacred moment. i know that i still long for that feeling...
i had that. i lived it. it was real, and i know it can be real for me yet again. 

my two year old inner child is screaming - "i want it NOW!!!!" and i have to soothe her, hold her, rock her, softly whisper in her ear, "soon, baby, soon..." we just sit in this sweet embrace, rocking, humming. slowly we stand, cross our arms on our chest, and we beging to spin, following the rythm and direction of our heart. round and round we go, stretching our arms, right hand facing up, ready to receive every blessing, insight, wisdom, comfort, and healing that God has prepared for us; left hand facing down, towards the earth to remind us that we are still in this plane of existence, waiting.



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