His Promise


There is such promise in this life. We may face difficulties and stumble. We may be sitting on a rock at the bottom. Our struggles are real and they are painful.

But we are given promise and hope.

We can lift the veil that covers us in our pain, acting as a security blanket when it actually is a set of chains that hinder us, slow us down, keep us complacent.

Grief is seriously real. We all grieve over different things in different ways and for varying amounts of time. Do what is best for you, no matter how long it takes. Some grief never really goes away. We just manage it differently over time. And that is ok. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you should “get over it already,” “you need to stop living in the past,” “shouldn’t you move on already?” “Just let it go.”

Sure, I get that staying focused on a painful past is harder to heal. I understand that letting go of some things brings a new sense of freedom. I know moving on allows for growth in barren places. But listen, no one else can fully understand what it is that you feel or completely understand the pain you have experienced, even if they have walked in similar shoes, they still won’t be able to fully grasp YOUR personal experience.

Having said all of that… I want to encourage you to hold onto the promise of hope and be open to love and light and joy and peace. It is out there, surrounding you and it is within you. Shine through your darkness. Laugh amidst the tears. Find wonder in spite of feeling empty. Be okay with the process… even if you have to repeat a few lessons. Little by little, fill your cup. Soon enough, your cup will runneth over and gratitude will lead you each day. Know that your hard, crippling, bad days are not a life sentence.

Break the chains.
Don’t just survive… thrive.

You are the promise of hope.
You are love.
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Photo taken today on a drive with my husband. I was praying for something, asked for a sign, turned the corner and saw this. Picture does not do it justice. It was an impeccable promise. Oh how He loves us.

Image by Tricia Shank

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