“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” – Wendell Berry
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Said a prayer with broken wings
Hoping to move toward greater things now
And face the fear
I started the year hoping, praying that I could be brave. I wanted to take risks and be more fearless. And I have spent most of the last few weeks struggling with chronic anxiety and panic attacks.
It's funny how things happen like that. The very moment we choose to face things head on, life comes hurtling towards us with even greater speed and energy.
So in the midst of wandering through anxiety and stress I've been playing and singing and humming this beautiful Elenowen song, Flying for the First Time. (You can get an awesome free download of their EP here.)
Led to the open flameWhen we get a taste of the freedom and abundance that God calls us to it is hard to resist.... even if it means facing our fears, dealing with our insecurities, letting go of being certain.
Now I'll never be the same
I pray that we can all be brave enough to fly for the first time.