tumble on, friends
Typically my posts are longer, but, I've realized that shorter bits of wisdom are just as important and just as meaningful.
Healing is never linear. It's a process and we were made for that process. Made for movement towards wholeness and fullness, towards embodying love, as Jesus did. In our recovery journeys (or just our life journeys, really) we face setbacks, we get stuck, unexpectedly...thrown off by patterns we thought we'd broken already, surprised by our humanness, our faults, our struggles that are still struggles. And, it's really okay. The process of becoming is journey-oriented...no quick fixes, no band-aids...just continuous movement through it. Yesterday I needed to inspire myself to keep going. So I wrote...
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Moving forward. Like a tumbleweed. Still wound up tight, but moving, refusing to stay stuck. Unraveling, just a little more, with every turn, every smack on that hard, desert ground. The tension, the resistance to opening up…I feel it. The enemy voice says to stay wound up tight, numb, resistant. To protect. To curl up tight, to hold back tears, to criticize. “Don’t be changed, by love or loving. I hear it’s not safe. I hear it’s not worth it. You may get let down, or hurt or abandoned”— whispers the joy-stealer, the bondage-keeper, the deceiver. But, this…this is not the way, because a tumbleweed was made to tumble, a girl was meant to be free, to be loved…her Maker tells her so. Keep going, He whispers. Keep tumbling…expanding and being transformed by mercy, by love that’s unconditional. This is the work, the work of becoming. The work of embodying Christ by embodying love. Tumble onward. Unravel away. In every moment, with every layer shed, you are becoming more like love.
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maybe Dory did say it best...just keep swimming. (*your welcome for the voice of Dory now singing in your brain)*
Warrior on, friends, with less grit, more grace.
Less suppressing, more allowing.
Less resentment, more forgiveness.
You're loved, unconditionally,
xoxo, Rach