After the storm settled and the wind calmed down and the rain stopped pouring, she remembered to give thanks. She had used up all of her youth, and she felt wrung out everywhere. Spent. It was after that many years of storm, she stood looking at the blue sky that was crisp, perfect. Cool. She watched her dreams float by in the clouds. She had had dreams. Dreams as big as clouds. But she didn’t know that things can come true in the most unlikely ways.
Sometimes the crashing waves don’t wash you away, but wash you alive. Ann Voskamp
She still stood. And she really didn’t know how. Half her life was behind her now if she lived to see 90. Half her summers, half her autumns, half her firsts, half of it all behind. It made her hurt and smile because it is only in the leaving behind can a woman’s real beauty come to the front. She had learned that we live in the midst of the dying. And she learned that God strangely blesses us when we are estranged from him. And she had learned sometimes you have to rebreak in order to heal. And it is doing the small thing again and again that becomes the great thing that heals. It is in giving thanks again and again and again and again. The small things that remind us that He loves us.
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