Sunlight, illuminating mud
Thursday, 2:49 PM, background musings while I work:
This truth is carrying me through.
Writing is a bit cryptic today, I hope not too cryptic.
If a friend who knows my faith walk were to ask me today, “How are you doing,” (as in, “Where are you, spiritually”), I would answer in a way that is new, for me; new after a long, long, stretch of open anxiety and inner grief. I would answer that I’ve grasped a sliver of truth – a certain peaceful truth. And that this truth is carrying me through trouble (like, actual trouble).
This truth is carrying me through.
It’s a confidence that comes from deep in the center, the core, my soul.
It is the Spirit’s confidence pushing through. And it sustains and uplifts me through the turbulence I’m experiencing in my relationship with [important organization in my life] and in my relationship with [important person in my life] right now. There are very real sadnesses in those areas, but having gotten a hold – by just one tiny finger – of the golden ring (a life preserver!) of this sliver of a certain peaceful truth, my soul is lifted up, just above the dark water. My soul stays steadier. Not glassy calm. But markedly, undeniably, steadier.
Though my heart breaks daily over some legitimate troubles in my life, my soul is more at rest than it has been in a long, long time.
This is new. To be aware of the trouble, yet not rocked by the trouble. Amazing.
Seeking and listening for truth – true Truth, if you will – seems at last to be bearing fruit.
(Verse note: John 8:32)
Gnarly Hope 