A life lived in isolation from others is the definition of futility. We were made for loving and sharing in relationship. First, child. Then often brother or sister. Maybe niece or nephew. Cousin. Soon friend. Husband or wife. And parent.
To try to interpret our lives apart from these relationships is like trying t o r e a d l e t t e r s a p a r t f r o m w o r d s. Not impossible, but lacking cohesion and understanding.
Too often this is how I look at my life especially when considering its problems. I stand at the axis of the wheel. Everyone and everything spinning around me. In this delusionary place I must have control. And all these around must simply conform to my idea of what is right. I am the author and the main character in this farce. All the other characters must read their lines and play their parts as I envision. What parades as communion is contrived illusion.
Reality tells me I am just a spoke. The Axis turns my life and the ones around me in perfect synchronization, problems and all. The truth is I am not in control. Blessed truth.
This place has room for faults and even more for grace. Grace is the oxygen that feeds the fire that warms and draws the members of this cast. The Author included the problems. They make the story interesting. Who really cares to read a story without an antagonist, a climax, or a hero?
Here I look with hope at each conflict. Knowing it has purpose and place in the script. My knee-jerk reaction to eradicate it is replaced by humble faith that looks up and asks the Author “what is my role here?”
This story isn’t mine to write but to live. To live with. In true communion with the one’s I’m privileged to walk. Not controlling, but loving.
Trusting the Great Author has written well.
Thank you for this, Kim. I needed to read it this morning.
Dear Kim, you may not believe this, but this morning, you were on my mind; I felt led to pray for you. 🙂 I'm so glad to see you here; you were missed, and I'm always blessed when I visit here. xo
This story isn't mine to write but to live. To live with. In true communion with the one's I'm privileged to walk. Not controlling, but loving.
Thank you so much for sharing . . . touched my heart.
Trusting the Great Author has written well.
such truth! I really needed to read this tonight, thank you for your words.
Not controlling, but loving…
this is it. so good Kim:) be blessed in the loving Him and all…is there joy any other way?
why is it so hard to remember?…
bless you!
Blessed Truth 🙂
smiles.wonderfully written…it can be so stressful thinking you must write it…i need to continously be reminded to put down the pen…
Wow. This is really the important thing, isn't it? I struggle so much to drop my own will and let God take over. I am at the axis.
sigh. I need to do better…
This is really great, and a hard reality for me to read. The deep, steady relationships are sorely lacking in my life. But you're right – it's about being a spoke in the wheel. I love the fact that my little contribution to making the world a better place is not mine alone, but shared by a team. The team may always be metamorphosising, but at least it's a team.
This story isn't mine to write but to live. To live with. In true communion with the one's I'm privileged to walk. Not controlling, but loving.
kim, i need to read and re-read this. it speaks deep. i've fought so long the cohesion i need to have with my congregation of sisters and brothers. i appreciate imperfect prose for this very reason. all my love, sweet sister. e.