The flame of truth wanes while we’re groping in the dark, trying to feel and taste and smell the familiar that leads to a door of understanding. And just about the time we let go, sit down cross-legged on the cold floor, he illuminates the room with hope. The door revealing truth was in arms reach the whole time, the handle and hinges just didn’t feel the way we expected.
Settling into Sunday and thankful for the Light.
This is #21 in the series 31 Days of Letting Go. You can read the collective here. If you are a writer, I invite you to link up any post you’ve written on the theme of letting go in the comments here on Friday. Subscribe to receive the series in your inbox or feed by adding your address in the side bar under Follow Redemptions Beauty.