Oh how this resonates. Much like God was not in the fire, or the earthquake, but in the still small voice. And I have stood in the crack between "just dealing with it" and "speaking up" for long periods of time before the "shiver in my belly" says I can't just stand there anymore.
That small voice tells me that all those moments make it easier for those who follow us, but I often wonder. I certainly don't feel like a hero in the moment and many times I'm just angry enough to finally stand up. Sometimes I question if the cost was worth the effort. But there is, I hope, some wisdom that comes with hindsight and I like to believe it is worth the effort, the discomfort, the scars. That maybe those moments make the world just a bit better and, perhaps, begin the flap of a butterfly's wings.
I have to believe that, even if someone completely rejects your point of view, speaking up when you feel compelled to do so is a divine act. By following that still, small voice, you planted seeds that the Divine can use to grow more acceptance and understanding in that person. And in the world.
Our scars make us beautifully human. I'm reminded of Kinsugi - the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with gold - how much more beautiful the piece becomes after healing from what cracked us open.
Oh how this resonates. Much like God was not in the fire, or the earthquake, but in the still small voice. And I have stood in the crack between "just dealing with it" and "speaking up" for long periods of time before the "shiver in my belly" says I can't just stand there anymore.
That small voice tells me that all those moments make it easier for those who follow us, but I often wonder. I certainly don't feel like a hero in the moment and many times I'm just angry enough to finally stand up. Sometimes I question if the cost was worth the effort. But there is, I hope, some wisdom that comes with hindsight and I like to believe it is worth the effort, the discomfort, the scars. That maybe those moments make the world just a bit better and, perhaps, begin the flap of a butterfly's wings.
I have to believe that, even if someone completely rejects your point of view, speaking up when you feel compelled to do so is a divine act. By following that still, small voice, you planted seeds that the Divine can use to grow more acceptance and understanding in that person. And in the world.
Our scars make us beautifully human. I'm reminded of Kinsugi - the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with gold - how much more beautiful the piece becomes after healing from what cracked us open.
Your scars are filled with gold, Jeff.