Today's a painful anniversary, my own personal 9-11. And even though the collapse was public many of the details were obscured from view. It may be one of the reasons that I remember this date and no one else around me seems to.
I couldn't picture life today standing amidst the rubble two years back. All I could see was disaster; all I could feel was pain. Yet some 700 plus days later much of the cleanup has occured and there are vast, empty spaces on which to build something new; someone new.
Someone knew. Papa remembers the way he wired me; remembers that details intricately woven into my being. He surprises me with kindness. When I take the time to carefully observe what appears to be happenstance in this day, I often find God's fingerprints all over it. I think He leaves them there on purpose, as indications of His love.
I'm reflective today as I look back; grateful as I look down to find scars instead of open wounds; hopefull as I look up with expectancy into tomorrow.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Anniversaries and Fingerprints
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3 comments:
I know you don’t post here much and that’s good but I still keep this link in my feed reader so I can keep up with your posts. You’ve had an amazing journey to freedom and healing and I feel like I’ve been privileged to share it with you. Thanks for the update.
Aida, thank you! It feels so good not to need to post things here as often! I am so appreciative of being able to share openly and honestly in the safety of a few friends without the pain that it might cause if I broadcast these things publicly.
I understand. Just know that I'm also available if you want to talk. I have an email address on the profile of my blog should you ever want to use it.
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