I don’t like being hurt or feeling lost. I don’t like the agony of knowing that my path is leading to something painful. I don’t like the burden of dying to self so that some hoped-for greater good can live. But I’ve been there, in all these spaces. I’ve come to know that it is in this territory — of being cracked open by heartache — that the soul can break through with a calling I would not have heard otherwise.
Over time I’ve learned to trust the internal prompting that arrives through the death of a dream. It’s as if a message can finally get through that was otherwise blocked. When I receive such an “inner ping,” I become clear about what I am to do next or, at a minimum, in which way to start moving. Yet the ego loves putting up resistance to what the soul knows. So I take one small step at a time in the direction of the invitation. Then I pause and let it be confirmed before taking another step. This can take a while but eventually the movement forward is evident, and it makes me come alive again. Here I experience the healing of rebirth and the transformation of new life — resurrection moments to be sure.
The fertile ground of brokenness is a mysterious gift of regeneration laden with blessings that could not arrive another way. How might you embrace these kinds of experiences in your life?
May you be inspired!