Still Rising

I heard another of my favorite musicians this morning while driving south on HWY 169 to take my daughter to her summer babysitting gig.  Having recently begun listening to an awesome audio book I wondered whether I should pop that in or continue listening to the radio.  Just as I was about to switch over to Trevor Noah's Born a Crime, Jason Gray's I Will Rise Again came on KTIS.  With my nearly eleven year old listening to her own beats in the back seat of our mini van, I belted Gray's healing words.  I can't even recount how many times over the past six months this song met me in my darkest places, when I needed it most.  It found me on the countless solitary walks I took on the trail beyond my front stoop.  It spoke to me as I ached to hear God's voice, to see His face, and understand how He might be working in my soul. 

I don't know what this day or the next might bring, but I am fully at peace now with an awakened soul.  While attending a retreat with Julie Loomis entitled Rejuvinate and Redesign, I was introduced to Mark Nepo's The Book of Awakening.  This day book is AMAZING!  August 20th's entry, Holding in the Belly reminded me of an answered prayer for which I'd forgotten to thank God.  Nepo calls the reader to "Still yourself and see if there is a strain between your doing and your being, a strain from tending something in your life while on the move.  If so, stop and face what is in your belly.  Make what you need to tend where you are going."  In not so many eloquent words, I prayed for the ability to do this.  I prayed for God to give me the courage to stay where I was, to stand still instead of running to the next "doing" that might lift me up, that might make me rise. 

As I wrapped up my thirteenth year teaching, colleagues told me I was courageous to be taking a personal leave for the upcoming school year.  At the time, I thanked them for their encouragement, but I didn't believe them.  I felt defeated and completely lost.  I could not see how I would rise again.  I feared my best days had already come and gone.  Now I can confidently proclaim that those were lies.  For now I am filled with such immense hope that I cannot help but begin to tell my story.

The Desert as a Gift

 

In March, my family and I spent a day trekking around Joshua Tree National Park.  I marveled at the stark beauty of the desert landscape and contemplated my own internal desert, the one of fear and uncertainty that I'd been struggling to navigate since February.  I had pretty rapidly been falling into a state of depression mixed with anxiety that I just couldn't shake.  The physical desert of California showed off a glimpse of the beauty that spending time in the desert could produce, the gifts the desert could offer.

It would be three and a half long months until I emerged from the rough and barren land my mind and soul had wandered into; but I found both small and grandiose signs that day that I would walk in verdant fields again. 

I was reminded of the gift of the desert this morning while mowing the healthy and hearty soil upon which I now tread.  Listening to JJ Heller, one of my favorite Christian artists, I was able to see how far I've come and how beautiful the journey has been.  The fear and uncertainty that tried to swallow me has been replaced with excitement at all the possibilities yet to come.

Click the link below if you'd like to hear the song.

    

God is Still Here by JJ Heller

Perspective

Two photographs taken earlier this evening, one within seconds of the other, while standing on the same spot. The difference is in point of view.  Pivoting, I face a different direction.  Glancing upward, my perspective changes as overhead light breaks through.