When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. -Henry Ford
What if we woke up each day reflecting on our sincere gratitude for the gift of life and think, how can I make the most with what I have (talents, gifts, possessions, resources, lessons learned, compassion) and do something to give, inspire and help bring out the good in others so they too can pass on the fruits of the spirit and empower someone else? You may or may not know those who you touch, but who said that ‘knowing’ has to be the prerequisite to giving a life-changing gift? What if?
Sometimes our lives get so caught up in a cyclone of tragedy, despair, and brokenness that we manage to somehow hold on to it so tightly and fail to surrender. We continue to revisit the scene of the crime, smeared with the blood of agony and pain from toxic or failed relationships, financial burdens, health crises, workplace battlegrounds and other adversarial situations, hypnotizing us in a ball of confusion.
I continue to experience my share of life-changing problems that my mind says to reject, yet my heart says these are the wobbly stepping stones forming my unwavering staircase to greater blessings God is preparing for me. My dance partner was my inability to completely surrender those things which were ripping my world into shards of brokenness I didn’t think could be fixed. I realized, however, that when I am overwhelmed by those things that seem to be uncontrollable pieces of my life falling apart all at once, it is during those moments when they may be actually falling into place, once I cast my fears and anxiousness aside.
I Won’t Dance with You Anymore
Our dance was longer than I thought
we’d been dancing in the shadows of lost hope
stepping on each other’s toes in a waltz of destruction
pumping energy in swaying to a rhythm of stupor
we boogied on a crowded dance floor of fear
tap-dancing in a ballroom of anxiousness
where the gateway of catechism is barricaded
I am deftly weakened by impoverished night terrors
unable to surrender encumbering baggage
yielding to the tempest of uncertainty in the darkness
I break away from our romantic cheek to cheek foxtrot
to you my dear dance partner this relationship is over
I let time slip away into a cyclone of chaos
as calamity stole my inner sanctity of peace
a brokenness I could not put back together again
until I leaped into the arms of faith like a principal ballerina.
© Kym Gordon Moore
Sometimes we are engulfed in the tempest of despair, discouragement, and darkness. If you live long enough, you will travel through a few dark tunnels of life that are frightening, discouraging and leave you feeling bewildered and anxious.
Yet, as we look ahead through this darkness, we manage to focus on a pinpoint of light drawing us closer to it. It is in that pinpoint of light that we see hope.
Within this hope, that faint light at the end of the tunnel begins to grow larger, because we are focused on that light, refusing to look back into the darkness from whence we came. We look into the throat of the tunnel’s mouth and see a glimpse of victory, freedom and the pursuit of courage and joy.
Once you have stepped into that light which reveals a world of clarity, opportunity, love, and possibility, it draws you closer to it and you never want to look back and return to that dark tunnel again.