Fridays are for fortitude. It’s important to protect hope…to keep it in sight. Maybe it’s hard to access right now, and that’s ok.
Today I had these thoughts: racial reconciliation is slow, but it’s birthing. The body (our country) is in shock–and pain. Some of us are just experiencing the first sense of pain and discomfort. It’s sad, but true. And it’s ok even while it’s not ok.
When someone is going through the pain of labor, it’s hard to watch, listen and be present. It’s hard to be with suffering.
And when someone is laboring, they are not eloquent, lovely and concerned with other peoples’ comfort. At least I was not, as I worked together with each of my two babies to release the new lives that had just begun.
It was violent and messy and somehow still breathtakingly beautiful. Can we not all take steps to be in service to what good is trying to be born?
This is a time for fierce grace. It seems those two states of being would oppose one another, but I think they do not.