It’s been a long time since I last wrote my thoughts about life, dreams, hopes, and living with brokenness. I wish I could say that I’ve been busy and that life has been keeping me from writing, but that wouldn’t be the truth. Don’t get me wrong, life has been hitting me from many directions, specifically in the area of my day job, but that hasn’t kept me from writing.
No. If I’m honest, life has sucked, God often feels distant, and I’ve found myself needing rest, needing to rediscover hope, and needing to dream something new. Maybe you can relate; maybe you can’t. And maybe that’s OK. Maybe it’s alright to sometimes recognize that we need to step back, to rest, to hope, to dream, and to find healing.
Life is hard and it’s not always something we can handle without experiencing pain, depression, hurt, and discouragement. But hope is still there, quietly echoing around us, even in the dark seasons. God has a strange way of showing up in the wounds and light always finds its way through the dark.
It’s incredibly hard for me, personally, to accept that the past is something that cannot be undone. My natural inclination is to go back, to return to the moments where I could have made a better choice, or where I could have seized an opportunity. To my own harm, I end up suffering the loss of today in the hope of a yesterday that I can never relive.
At one point or another, we will all have regrets. We will all suffer loss at one point or another, whether it is the loss of someone very close, the loss of a dream, or the loss of a relationship that was deeply desired.
But there’s still hope for today. There are still choices to be made in this moment. And there’s still this amazing thing called “now”.
Maybe I’m starting to believe that, not because of a change in my feelings, but rather because it’s true.
I recently read the new book called “If You Feel Too Much” by Jamie Tworkowski, founder of To Write Love On Her Arms. One of the most powerful parts of the book is where he said, “And God must be a pretty big fan of today, because you keep waking up to it. You have made known your request for a hundred different yesterdays, but the sun keeps rising on this thing that has never been known. Yesterday is dead and over. Wrapped in grace. Those days are grace. You are still alive, and today is the most interesting day. Today is the best place to live.”
I needed that reminder. Maybe you need it, too.
This week was the start of just another chapter in my life. A different job with different faces, different stories, and different experiences hoping to be discovered. But more importantly, today you and I are alive and that in itself is such an amazing thing.
Today is an act of grace.