I have not
blogged in over 5 years! (Not that I was very regular before, but wow, over 5
years!) As I briefly prepared this entry to post I came across the place in my
blog where I had first shared this quote below. I think it seems quite fitting
to share it with this entry as I guess I am learning to carry my sorrows in
ways that make me wise….
"One of my
favorite southern novelists claims that you know you're an adult when you start
to realize that some sorrows in life will never go away. You learn to carry
them with you in ways that enrich rather than debilitate your life, in ways
that make you wise." --Paula Rinehart
I have been mulling some thoughts over, and I have a
suspicion. I suppose all of us has a handful of people, if we've lived on this
planet for more than a minute or two, for whom we found ourselves to be either
"too much” or “not enough" for them (or maybe both!).
I've decided that this isn't necessarily good or bad; it
just is.
And so, for whatever reasons (and in many cases, some
situations just end up looking like miscommunication) we have to move separate
directions. These pains are very difficult for me, because while I can move on
and release the situation most of the time, the sorrow still remains. The pain
still is there, buried, but there. I don't have any great words of wisdom for
what to do with that pain. While it is buried, so that I don't go around all my
days crying like a blubbering mess, if I let myself think about it for very long (which I guess I made the
mistake of this morning!), the pain is as fresh as when it first arrived-- bubbling
just below the surface. This morning, in my reflection, I asked God to simply
help me. I've forgiven these that have hurt me deeply in my heart and released
them, though I feel the relationships are not mendable.... Again, I don't have
any words of wisdom, but I hope that the pain really does lessen in time. Time
sure does feel slow sometimes, at least in deep matters of the heart.
Just thought I'd risk
sharing, in case someone else is struggling with unwanted memories at
Christmas-time. While it truly is a wonderful time of the year to have great
times with friends and family who welcome and accept you into their lives, it's
quite possibly the most difficult time of the year when you are an adult, as
sorrow seems to be close to us in our most grateful and joyful moments as well.
Joy and Sorrow--Quite the
opposites, and yet so much alike at the same time.
Each all consuming; each hard to
understand, in some ways.
Best wishes, readers! I sincerely wish joyful moments for
you all this Christmas. May all twelve days of Christmas and Epiphany be times
of celebrations and joy! (And for those of you just celebrating one day, I hope
that you can make that one a great one! J
)
For myself, I can say with
certainty that peace rules in my heart and my life. Truly, I have full peace in
my every single day! I just also recognize that I carry my sorrows (we all do,
I think, whether we recognize them or not), and so I am choosing to lay down my
sorrows today with my Prince of Peace. Jesus, I am so thankful for you, not
just at Christmas, but every day. You have been the reason I’ve made it through
this life so far.
Several years ago I had a dream that I was on an elevator
with my grandmother Faye. My grandma Faye was a great source of comfort,
instruction, love, help, and a spiritual mentor in my young life (she died when
I was 18). My daughter carries her middle name (Irene). Anyway, in my dream
grandma told me, "Pain is a teacher. Let it teach." I don't know what
pain you might be feeling today, but I hope that your pain will be instructive
in your own life, as I seek to try to let it be instructive in mine. If we let
it teach, I theorize that nothing is wasted-- good experiences and bad, they
can all be used to make us more and more into the people we are supposed to be.
Well, here are my random thoughts for this two-days before
Christmas morning. Merry Christmas to one and all and Happy New Year!