Often we find ourselves on the brink of disaster and ruin, but we trudge through the muck and keep going. Why? What keeps us going? Is it the belief that it is for the greater good? That our struggles make us stronger? That we need to keep walking and the journey will get easier along the way? I think it’s all of the above.
As we walk or trudge along on this journey called life, we can choose to complain about our sore feet or we can choose to dance as we climb. Often I dance through life with a song in my head that only I know the beat to and no words exist to go along with the melody. It’s just my song and it’s there for just me. That’s how our journey is sometimes. It’s meant for just us, but that does not mean it cannot change your family or make generational changes. When I first started this journey God promised me that he would make a generational change and that the dark seed of anxiety would stop with me. So when I stood alone in the darkness and my feet did not want to carry me any further, I often would look inside and keep walking for those that will come after me. I refused and still refuse to pass this down to my children! It has and will stop with me!
My husband and I decided awhile ago that we wanted to make generational changes in our children. We love our families, our beliefs and our traditions, but we wanted to parent differently. And that’s OK! It’s OK to be the barrier breakers, the change makers and it’s even OK to stir the pot once in awhile (I give you permission). Just because it has always been, does not mean it has to persist! I refuse to be told that my anxiety is generational and I will not let it be an excuse for what I do or do not do! It will not be my crutch, my band-aide or my shackle. It actually is what catapulted me into my journey to freedom.
How can this be? How can a positive come out of something that is so negative? Anxiety has been that nag, that dull ache that we often notice. It goes away and comes back, but it’s never that bad…so we just go on with it. We don’t realize that it’s building up inside of us. We think that we are controlling it, but really it is the one controlling us. Piece by piece it breaks us down and piece by piece we loose ourselves. Until we get to a point where our foundation is unsteady and it only takes a small wave to send us out to sea. That is what happens when we rest our foundations on shaky ground and never take the time to repair them. Sometimes we need to come to the end of ourselves to find ourselves and this is not necessarily a bad thing. It’s a BLESSING! A blessing that we never would have arrived at, if we did not have to be rebuilt.
Being rebuilt is a slow, agonizing and often painful process. But it’s also so BEAUTIFUL! You get to decide what you will look like, who will be a part of your process and how you will unveil the newest masterpiece. Being sent into the fire is a GIFT, even though we will get scorched and burnt because we were meant to rise from the ashes. We were meant to be reborn and to evolve. Did you ever think that tragedy was meant to TRANSFORM us and allow us to rebuild. To rebuild our hearts, our minds and maybe even our bodies.
Are your feet feeling hot because the fire of life is burning beneath? Take a deep breath, look to the heavens, smile and keep walking! Yes, it might hurt! Yes, you will have to work for it! Yes, it might me agonizing! But if you never experienced tragedy, you would not know the sweet taste of victory, love, and grace!
Remember you are LOVE! You are LOVED and are meant to LOVE! However, you cannot love, if you don’t love yourself first! Every dirty, singed and ash ridden piece. Each piece serves a purpose and each piece is part of the beautiful MOSAIC called YOU!