It's been too long, too long since I invested time in self expression.
These last few months have been.. mountains and valleys.
Stop.
Why do we always imagine the "hard" times as valleys?
Dark, desolate, full of tremors and lost paths.
Why do we always imagine the "good" times as mountains?
Aloft, drifting in the skies? Overflowing with transcending, radiant beauty?
I take what Souza says into consideration.
"For a long time it seemed to me that
life was about to begin- real life.
... but there was always some obstacle
in the way, something to be gotten
through first, some unfinished
business, time still to be served,
... at last it dawned on me
that these obstacles were my life.
.. every moment that you have, remember
that time waits for no one."
What if we focused and obsessed over the transcendent "beautiful" times,
that we made ourselves unable to embrace life itself?
These last few months, I have felt heartache, abandonment, confusion, and betrayal.
I have found beauty in the heartache, community after abandonment, answers amongst my confusion, and comfort whilst seeming betrayed.
My heart felt aloft, nay, transcendent, when I finally accepted my sovereign Savior's plan for my life.
This momentary time we have is not meant to be picture perfect.
It's meant to grow, stretch, mold, and make us into who we will become.
Why dwell on the negative? Why allow ourselves to relish in the melancholy?
Certainly, there is a time for sorrow, and a time for laughter. And a wise man knows the difference between the two.
Too many allow themselves to be defined by the pain and heartache of life itself, and lose sight of how priceless those experiences can be. Allow it to mature your heart, allow yourself to heal. Allow yourself to learn, and become a stronger person because of it.
If you find strength in our sovereign God, you can find joy that transcends the "valleys"
and discover them to be mountains of their own.
