Why is it that we will for years go on living in small and shabby, bleak and barren, anxious and haunted spaces, when right before us, beauty and peace and rest and freedom await our arrival and invite us to come in? But beauty and peace and rest and freedom will not barge in on us.
This is the very longing we all have within us and yet we choose to remain in tormented places. Evidence of the torment is always present and is always set to boil over, even during those times when we are holding it together and things seem to be going well and we seem to be having fun on the surface. What does it take for a newness in our experience to become a reality? What does it take for us to even come to a place of admitting we need to change? How much of it is up to us? How much of it is out of our control and has to come from somewhere else? I do not know. But I do know this....the part that is up to us is up to us. We have to want a change bad enough for a change to happen. And yet it is good to know that when we want it bad enough and we make the decision to change directions in a tangible way, beauty and peace and rest and freedom come along side us and makes what seemed impossible, possible.