Good morning…
I send the photo above to my friend in Atlanta, exchanging a string of texts with these loving thoughts.
Me: I wake this morning in the nest of the upper floor of my friend’s old home in Connecticut. Jayne is a soulmate from my graduate school days at UConn. This image greets me as I walk out in the hall.
Sometimes life is so unraveling. No dressing up the pain you are feeling right now. Letting your hair down and curling up into the anguish, dying to what you hoped life would be. Surrendering into gracious acceptance of whatever God allows, this is the way we tap our innermost resurrection power. Allowing God to care for us, in this painful fetal position, for as long as we need. We learn to trust that inner strength will slowly bake like a cake.
The necessary things will get done. I watched an interview with a man whose home was ripped apart, devastated by a bomb. In the wrecked rubble he tearfully said, “These are just things, important things to me. But it is my people that mean the most. My people are my focus.”
You are making hard decisions with the people you love the most. Leaning into the love of your inner circle people with God, you will be strengthened to step gently forward into whatever this day brings.
She wrote right back.
My friend: I am absolutely stunned by what God has just done. This piece hangs in my house. Only God could pull off this kind of synchronicity at this moment. I am floored. And, yes, this image feels like me inside. Your words are perfect this morning. We have a plan….a new experiment continuing with nurturing and intuitive support. We’ve just got to step into this and try. At least we’ll be learning as opposed to painful waiting here. Thank you for being you and fully offering your singular gifts to me❤️.
Me: Wow. What spiritual synchronicity. God’s presence in this process is so undeniable. I absolutely love it. What is this image called and who is the artist?
My friend: It’s one of my favorite artists Robert Longo. It’s a print of his drawing (not a photo!)… a series of men and women writhing in contorted emotion… done in the 80s. Look him up on Wikipedia!
Me: Oh wonderful, I will. I can’t believe I woke up to the same stunning, powerful image that lives in your home. Somehow, I think God is begging to be noticed and trusted.
My friend: Series is called Men in the Cities.
Me: So cool. Cities seem so worldly (and so many cities are being decimated across our globe right now). The hard emotions of being human can be quite discombobulating. Longo captures so exquisitely the angst of being alive. Trusting God to meet us, to nurture us in our excessive angst, this is the gift our inner turmoil might give. We absolutely need God to find our way to peace. We can’t. God can. Will we find ways to let him lead us to peace today?
Me: A friend just shared this Scripture. I think it is meant for you.😉 “You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule” (Matthew 5:3, MSG).
My friend: That’s for sure!
Me: Let’s keep looking for these God-winks! They are sprinkled everywhere.⏳
…Sue…
