I’m in a pause. And no, not THAT pause with a capital M. Not even close.
I’m midstream in a sacred pause.
When something seemingly larger than life happens, our first instinct is always to run. To flee. To get busy. And that usually works wonderfully well for a short time. To those of us who are pros at “busyness”, it may work for even longer.
But many of us, with some hard-earned wisdom, know that you can only run on that treadmill for so long.
Life change comes along for a reason. Be it a birth, a death, a marriage, a divorce–our hand is there, helping it to happen, but so is a divine hand. I am in the midst of just such a life change and I feel that divine hand playing a part. I’ve truly been living in the grace of God. In the midst of the muck, I feel loved. Strong. Hopeful.
And so, instead of rushing headlong into the next chapter, I pause.
In this sacred space, I look to the lessons I am to take from this situation. Many of them I’ve gleaned already over the past several years. Most were not easy. I’ve truly earned the peace that comes from facing hard truths head-on. But I want to be sure I’ve reaped the knowledge I’m supposed to now. You see, I believe God doesn’t send lessons haphazardly. If these particular truths have been sent my way by the universe, then there is a purpose to them. And far be it from me to question timing or relevance.
So I pause to be thankful. Yes, even for the muck. And I pause to gather my wits about me, take what I now know and apply it to the next chapter. A respectful silence in which I cease talking and just listen is more than just divine. It’s sacred. Had I taken one years ago, perhaps the muck would not have gotten so deep.
Here’s to a lightness of spirit. Here’s to an earnest reflection on the journey we each take into and out of this world. Here’s to making space for the sacred in an ever so brief, but essential, pause today. I’m here. Now. And thankful.