when the heart waits

"I should have remembered, though, that the life of the spirit us never static. We're born on one level, only to find some new struggle toward wholeness gestating within. That's the sacred intent of life, of God - to move us continuously toward growth, toward recovering all that is lost and orphaned within us and restoring the divine image imprinted on our soul. And rarely do significant shifts come without a sense of our being lost in dark woods . . . "
- Sue Monk Kidd

sometimes, in a way that feels entirely out of the blue, i grow sad and withdrawn and like to think that my problems are really the most difficult that anyone in the history of the human race has suffered. i find it so easy to live with blinders on in my own, very small world, landlocked by my thoughts.

sometimes the journey seems so long, and the obstacles so great and unknown, and the distance impossible. i'd rather sit down where i am than keep walking. and i know there is a light, but it's hard to see. hard to remember that it's there. movement, which is such a simple concept, takes more energy than it seems at first glance. it requires the concentrated effort of coordination; syncing all your parts to travel together - your legs to move, your arms to sway, your lungs to take in air, your mind to carry on through night and day, your mind to be one thing and of one focus.

sometimes, though, at times like this i'm very glad for people who have done this before me, like the author above, and dallas willard, and my friends and my parents.


sometimes, movement is just putting one foot in front of the other.