You wouldn’t believe what happened when I stepped out of the tomb! They all swarmed around me, shouting and crying and rejoicing and asking questions. Martha reached out for me first, hugging me, digging me out of the burial clothes and head covering. She was wiping my face with her linens, calling out for water and soap. Mary was crying so hard she couldn’t talk, and head to lean on Jesus for support.
creating a new life!
I found out what I already suspected: I’m exactly halfway to my death date. That’s why I’m going on a spiritual pilgrimage to Nepal and India! I want to wander God’s earth, reflect on my past and wonder about the future. I want to heal. I want to be a healing presence. I want to die knowing I followed Jesus all the way home.
Sometimes waiting is good and healthy — a time of preparation and anticipation. But sometimes waiting is an excuse to passively accept a hopeless situation or life of quiet desperation. We say we’re waiting and even praying, but we’re really just stuck.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only person who doesn’t like the idea of a “Celebration of Life” after a death or loss. I need to grieve, mourn and lament what I lost…otherwise my heart and spirit doesn’t heal.
I don’t know about you, but my time and energy is too valuable to spend focusing on things I can’t change, dwelling on the past, or regretting stuff I said or did. Instead, I’m meowing and purring like a happy cat basking in the sun, licking the last of the fish from my paws and whiskers.