Hidden Blessings

Even when we think we can no longer go on, we find a way. Through the fog, through the noise. And with each step along the way, our story unfolds, unraveling before our very eyes. We see how each passage through the fire has shaped us, how each fall has given us the chance to show ourselves that we can get back up. How each blow has made us more resilient and shown us what life is. It is a long journey, but we are not alone. When we can pause and look back, it’s clear that we have come so far. Yet there is still so much farther to go. We see how we have been helped, how never once have we been completely alone. With each step we are renewed in faith for life. In thirst for life. With each chapter that closes to open a new path, we see the reason for it all. 

To love and to make a difference in the way we are made.

With each step, we learn more about ourselves. Even when we think we are lost to ourselves, we are shown again and again. Life has a funny way. Of getting us lost just long enough to find something important that we would have passed over otherwise. Every detour becomes part of the path we walk, and leads us eventually back to the main road. Every fog that we pass through may contain a lost part of ourselves that we must retrieve. Each descent, each trial, each seeming dead end, becomes somehow a blessing. If we can continue to believe in such things.