I’ve misplaced yet another good pen. The lead in the mechanical pencil isn’t working, keeps slipping from the cylinder.
Is that what it’s called? Cylinder?
The part, under the pressure of my thumb and an erratic clicking to yield the grey lead?
Probably hid the pen from the puppy, yet another thing inedible eaten.
My journaling ritual,
Habitual or healing?
I barely made a note on this blessed stormy morn, just repeated the word “surrender” and circled, circled, circled.
It’s day 7 of 40. When I get to 41, I’ve decided I’ll circle “surrender” again.
It’s an unending thing.
Not specific. It covers what’s needed, encircles it all.
Twice since yesterday I’ve heard things that are more than enough, simply profound, stand alone philosophy and determined mindset.
My grandma used to say “pass and re-pass” meaning get along with others and my mama always said things like “pick your battles”, “turn the page” or “don’t stress”.
It really is a wonder she found words to encourage us. She was tormented by life and at times, my father.
Then there’s my aunt, who is now my mama. “Prayer and Patience”, her answer for life, for everything.
A mother who had a daughter die. She lives by the “2 p’s”.
My father, on the other hand was a man of hardly any words.
He abhorred nasty and condescending puffed up men.
He was kind to the often downtrodden in need of a cheap six-pack on Sunday people.
He always told the truth.
He just kept trying.
Told us “tell one lie, you gonna have to tell another”.
Occurs to me now, this may be why I’m so honest with others, getting better at honesty with myself.
Back to the two things:
1. Fear always stems from and centers itself around what we love most.
2. Strength is found in weakness.
My greatest fears have always been related to the loss of something, usually someone I love greatly.
My weaknesses are ironically where my strengths are after fifty plus years, emerging.
Too sensitive? I don’t think so anymore. I’m owning my sensitivity, calling it observing.
If fear is a result of loving fully, give me fear in abundance because I want to love with all I got from here on.
No notes needed for either.
Know your “weakness” fully engage it and encircle your fears with like a ginormous comforting hug.
That sounds/reads ridiculous.
Oh well, it’s Saturday and I’m too comfy to find a pen for journaling.
Thus, the unraveling is here.
We do not know what life will bring us.
Even Jesus asked His Father God for other options.
Jesus was human amongst humans til his thirties.
He loved fully, knew fear. Taught fairness, non-judgment, honesty and love.
He knew his life had a purpose but hoped there’d be a less tragic demonstration.
He asked to be excused three times from the ultimate demonstration of love.
His disciples were with him in the Garden. His only request of them, stay awake, I will be pleading. I will be asking My Father if my death is His will or if there is some other way to make heaven possible for all.
They slept while he prayed and then he told them again, be vigilant, my death is coming.
It wasn’t His Father’s plan that he avoid a sacrificial death. The bitter cup would be His.
“saying, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.” And there appeared to him an angel from heaven, strengthening him. And being in agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground. And when he rose from prayer, he came to the disciples and found them sleeping for sorrow,”
Luke 22:42-45 ESV
We don’t know what life will bring us, what we will be forced to endure, when freedom from endurance will be delivered.
We only get to choose whether to see fear as a sign of love, weakness as the soil for the strongest seed waiting for water.
Everyone has a story.
This I believe. Will continue.
No notes needed.
I’m not an expert in theology and don’t anticipate late in life education of the seminary sort.
What I know is life is a teacher. God is my life’s author.
I can believe from here.
No pen needed.