“It’s your road and yours alone, others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.”
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
Where do you want to be?
Who do you want to be all along the way? You? Or someone not quite you? Is it possible to live a life that is not really our authentically own but somewhat of a distortion? A misleading impression? Egos demand attention and constant boosting. Masks hide, marking us less genuine. Will your insides be congruent with your outsides?
“Then, I turned around and walked into my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they were supposed to be.” – Stephen Chbosky
Sometimes, it just comes.
Uninvited. Unexpected. Unwanted. Unquiet.
A tenacious taunting. An anxious choking. An apprehensive worry. Uncomfortable unease. Especially in January, when the whole brand new year is beginning and we wonder what in the world it will bring. It will bring more of what it always brings. More joy. More sorrow. More laughter. More tears. More terrible. More beautiful. More daring invitation to live and love brave in every minute of every hour of every day.
“How we spend our days, is of course, how we spend our lives.” Annie Dillard
It would be the day my treasured friend for thirty-six years, my entire married life, would spend dying. It was not possible to physically get to her. I am so thankful for telephones. As her daughter held it to her ear, though she could barely speak, she eked out “I love you.” I spilled out a stream of wondrous ways her love and joy in the telling of God’s story, in the context of her living brave and beautiful, had so importantly impacted my life.