Turning the pages of my life, there are some chapters I’d rather not revisit. Tough times weathered my own way, not necessarily the right way.
Ever-evolving scars – some harsh and throbbing, others healed and fading – fill pages of my life (the hardest to write, and read.)
Certain moments define us, who we are, who we become.
Choices: to rise above or be crushed under life’s load.
Reactions: to multiply the good and survive the bad, learning from mistakes, seizing failure as an opportunity to grow.
“Seizing failure?” Yeah, right. (A whimsical theory reality seemingly abdicates.)
I have failed, at times spectacularly.
But what defines us, and me, is how we get up again.
To keep trying, to keep on going.
I have gotten stuck for long whiles at the end of a chapter until muddled into moving on to the next one. Other times life zoomed by so fast I could barely hold on to mark ends and new beginnings.
Yes, I have failed, and at times succeeded (by the grace of God.)
Alive to hope, love and joy – being all three.
Facing fears and myriad challenges is difficult, because this thing called life is difficult (courage required.)
It’s a choice. We can choose to courageously write hope after pages of despair leave our hearts gaping and gasping for air.
We can choose to write love, and be love.
And, get by with not just a little help, as per the Beatles, but a lot of help from our friends. “I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends…”
Who add words of hope in the pages of our lives and help us weather tough times, together.
grace, peace & life pages
Virginia : )
p.s. Scribbling notes a few days ago about the pages of my life, this post crystallized after Bernadette over @ Haddon Musings posted an inspiring blog (& amazing photo) about writing the chapters of our lives. Together – with friends. You can access it by clicking here: Do Not Judge My Story By the Chapter You Walked in On