raised

I wish I could re do somethings- some conversations.
My unknowing became a sting for the future. If I could have only seen, or been taught to look ahead.
Spring time raises a misty morning sun, i hope you can see it too.
I hope the sun shines on you these days and offers grace without limits.
I hope your blessed and happy now.
Walk in pastures that offer serenity, capture the beauty of the life around you.
The memories, some still feel malted, but my hope is sugar sweet.

without my pride, I reach out from the inside.

progressional plateaus.

When I hyperextended my knee this past summer running, I hit different levels of healing and it increased my ability each time I progressed to a knew level. First, it was that swelling decreased and I was able to walk and not limp. Second, was range of motion- through stretching I eventually was able to get back to a normal range of motion. Third was the lack of constant pain. Fourth was the ability to run without a brace because my muscles finally got strong enough to support the joint again. Fifth was the ability to almost forget that it even happened.

I think healing internally is the same way.

I think at first things feel like a stretch and it seems hard to even imagine running again, but then you work it out, and you can live as though the accident never even occurred.
I think you heal, and then you forget, and then it resurfaces and you heal some more, and then you forget, and then it resurfaces and you heal some more. Maybe it's not healing that happening each time, but gaining more perspective- maybe its time that offers more perspective.
Anyhow- eventually you begin hoping only good things are happening for all who were involved.

Because God offers you the love to borrow to heal the wound and burry the burden.