Master Key Blog 1 Thank You for the Storm 9/30/16
I have many dreams that I dream, and as hours pass I see them slip away, as the hands of time do not wait for me. They are constantly in motion and so I have come to realize, I too must be in constant motion to achieve that which I desire. But, in that motion, I allow my self to be still, to focus, to listen, to become one with nature, to become one with my thoughts, to become one with the flickering of a single candle. I allow myself to catch my breath, to feel the wind in my face, to watch the river roll by beneath the sunset painted sky. I listen as the wind speaks to me of an inner beauty and strength I did not know I possessed.
So it came to pass that one day I stumbled upon my strength. It all began the day the universe pulled the rug out from under my feet. After many years of muddling through my daily routine, it seemed a damn broke and a great and mighty betrayed poured forth and flooded my heart with debris and rubble that threatened to drag me down beneath the rushing water. I was stunned. I was shocked as wave after wave came crashing over me. I choked. I stumbled. I fell. The security blanket I held on to for so long was ripped from my finger tips and I was left naked, fearful, resentful, pitiful. I tried to get up and I stumbled and fell again. I lost my way. As I finally got to my feet, I walked through the darkness as a blind man searching for safety as he held on to the tallest tree in the forest. Lightening dancing above his head and he hoped with all hope it was just a bad dream.
But it wasn’t a bad dream. In deed it was the seed of growth and strength being planted in my soul. It was as though the mighty hands of God reached down from heaven and starting digging a hole. Dirt went flying everywhere, disrupting the little garden I planted so carefully with love, but not without flaw. After the churning of the earth God dropped the seed into the rich soil and covered it with words of love. From the seed sprouted my resilience, my truth, and my strength.
After many moons I was able to stand tall and find a new path. Now I look back and realize the betrayal that shook my very foundation, the storm that rocked my world was a cleansing of my soul, a weeding of my garden, so new growth could take place.
Next to the seed of love was planted the seed of forgiveness. Without that I would be living in darkness. I learned that I have to forgive myself for my shortcomings, for not giving to others as I should have. I can never make up for precious time lost, but I can move forward with new insight and pour my love into the hearts of those I care so deeply for.
I have been blessed in so many ways. Counted among my greatest blessings are my children, my husband, and my family. As I have suffered, they have suffered too. I stand here now looking back into the raging flood and say ‘Thank you for the storm.’ Thank you for stripping me down so I could see clearly what is most important to me in my life, my family. I love you endlessly.