I've made poor choices in my life...from which it has been challenging to recover, but it comes. It's very easy to fall into the "shoulda-coulda-woulda" rut...and I'm certain that my choices with school and work, etc. have played into the experiences I've collected to handle the present circumstances. Despite all of this experience, I still fall short and make decisions that (in hindsight) needed deeper consideration. I recognize that there were/are times in my life when I am in the wilderness because I chose to go there...and still I'm not alone.
The beautiful part about being a member of a functional family is that you always have a place. I think every human being has that innate part of them that seeks to belong to something. We desire meaning or purpose. I remember clearly the day that I knew without question that I belonged to God...and that all of the people around me did, too. It means something to me to feel that powerful belonging. I know he knows who I am...I know he knows who YOU are...and not in a general way, but in a specific way. He knows your face. He knows your name. He knows all of your joys and disappointments...your strengths and your weaknesses. This is where I can take comfort. It doesn't make me better than anyone else...this knowledge is a fortification, not a claim of superiority. This knowledge is like knowing how to read before the person next to you - it's a common knowledge thing that everyone will come to realize at some point in the course of their entire life...in a different way...in a different season.
The point of all of this is that regardless of your wilderness, regardless of your particulars, there is a greater hope and the point to the journey. Regardless of mistakes or rebellion even, (though not encouraged) there is love...we decide.
Be at peace. Be still. Be loved.
j.
I promise less philosophy in the next post. xo - j.