How will I get through another day?

Sometimes I wonder, "How will I get through another day?"

It is at these times that I catch myself walking out the door down the long drive outside. I have walked this walk hundreds of times since my late husband passed away in '06. At these times, when I feel most vulnerable, exhausted, and plum used up, I look up to the heavens and catch myself muttering, pleading, "God, be enough ... please God, just be enough!"

I never feel the earth rumble under my feet. I don't hear a voice in my head telling me everything will be okay. I don't feel satisfied or that anything has changed. Yet, somehow, there is a release when I cry out to him. I let out a long breath in a sigh, look up at the house, and brace myself for the next chapter of my life.

One thing this little ritual has done for me, is allowed me to throw all of my sorrows, my worries and woes, to a something that is out there, that is much bigger than you or I. That something is a person, of sorts, that I have grown very close to and very fond of. I call him my Lord. He is my heavenly father, my Lord Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, all wrapped up in an entity that I choose to call God.

How sweet it is to realize that I don't have to carry my own burdens. When I just don't know what else to do, I do what I do best and should always do first ... I roll it over to him. He is enough, by golly! He is that substance of things I know exists, though I can no more see it than I can the air that I breathe or the heart that beats within my own body. Yet, not seeing these things doesn't mean they are not real. In fact I must believe, I choose to believe, that he cares for me, he loves me, and that he is assuredly enough!

Monday, November 5, 2012

What if there was another world out there, full of creatures that we have yet to discover? Some beautiful beyond anything that we have ever beheld in this world. Some grotesque, more so than you can possibly imagine! What if there was another dimension, which holds such creatures, right here on this planet? The creatures I speak of are invisible creatures that one cannot see with mortal eyes, yet they are as tangible as the air we breathe, the wind that invisibly blows the clouds and tosses leaves about in the autumn of the year. Does life, other than that of the three-dimensional sort, exist? I have an embroidered sampler that is hung adoringly in my home. It’s a very simple piece of art, but its meaning holds depth that touches the soul. It reads like this: “I believe in the sun even if it does not shine. I believe in love even if I do not feel it. I believe in God even if he is silent.” I believe in a dimension that we cannot see. I believe in life after death. I believe in God.
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