Someday everything will all make sense.
For now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears and
keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason.
This was a post on facebook today, and yet it felt as though it was reaching out to remind me that in the midst of chaos in my house right now - and with that an extension my life; that there is a purpose out there for me.
I have struggled with recent events in my life; not fully understanding how the attempt to do good for others results in a punch in the stomach. Fortunately there are those around who have confirmed that things in the past have made a difference in their lives today and what better confirmation to tell me that life is good is to have a third grader (who you just met) want to give you a hug to say thank you for a good day.
As I sort through the papers, cards, memos and collections of all sorts - things that made a difference to me at the time I contemplate the significance it may still hold or whether the significance is still the same. It is when a former student; or perhaps really going back a former swimmer... talks about the impact I had on their life. I remember fondly the smile of the learner who gets it, or has achieved a personal best. Makes me feel good that difficult discussions prompted activity; of passions that have emerged from brief encounters with diversity; and most importantly the discovery,emergence and promotion of self.
I have to remind myself, that it is sometimes the most challenging of roads that have a destination that I most relish; and that I would be disappointed if the road were a straight highway, because then I might not have had the opportunity to dance in the rain.
