Whenever we are faced with great loss in our lives, inevitably there will be pain. Our hearts crack open like the dried, sun-scorched earth in the middle of summer. The dirt cries out for rain and just the same, our souls beg for a balm to heal the fractures. But then comes the fall. Autumn is my favorite season. It’s nature’s way of preparing for the season of rest, followed by the season of renewal. I have lived through the fall; winter is nearing its end. Those same painful wounds are now sprinkled with dormant seeds waiting for the warmth and the rains to come. Growth and change. The blossoms are eager to emerge. The sun is rising and spills out over the horizon. The cold of night will soon just be a distant memory.
I am thankful for the lessons that I have learned through the pain. Faith, Family, and Friends. Even when I want to withdraw and disappear into myself to lick my wounds and shut out the world, those three things are always there. They nudge me out of myself.
We are dandelions. We all come from somewhere. We all come from pain. And yet, we bloom. The wind picks us up and carries our legacy to new beginnings. Wild and untamable, we do the best that we can with what we’ve been given. Nothing in this life is guaranteed. We can only choose the impact we have on others. You never know what season a person is in. Maybe they’ll be your zephyr; warm and soothing. Perhaps they are in the coldest nights of their winter. Plant the seeds in others. The rains will come. The pain and uncertainty won’t last forever. Nothing in this lifetime does.
In His Whisper 