{"id":1554,"date":"2021-05-14T05:09:23","date_gmt":"2021-05-14T05:09:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/simplymeandjeans.wordpress.com\/?p=1554"},"modified":"2025-01-22T20:38:06","modified_gmt":"2025-01-22T20:38:06","slug":"even-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/karenlawson.net\/?p=1554","title":{"rendered":"Even Now"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sun &#8211; Moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Spring &#8211; Winter<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Day &#8211; Night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Joy &#8211; Pain<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It&#8217;s all life. It&#8217;s all yours. It&#8217;s all good. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">There&#8217;s not one without the other.  No power in love without the possibility of losing it&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Someday&#8230;Someway&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Even when it&#8217;s too early and even when it doesn&#8217;t make sense and everything seems like insanity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But, Father, how I long to never lose the gratitude of having loved.  The gratitude of being loved. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Loved in a way that changed me.  Completely. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The gratitude for regret that illuminates forgiveness. Of living and learning with another fallible soul because it knits you together so tightly that you can&#8217;t tell where one starts and the other ends. Of dreaming and hoping and healing and moving forward, hand in hand, with hearts lifted to you. For years. For decades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">For what should have been longer <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I don&#8217;t understand, Lord. I don&#8217;t know how I missed what you were saying. I thought we had a calling &#8211; together. I thought we were walking towards healing. But, maybe, it was a calling and healing of a kind I couldn&#8217;t fathom. What I know is that the moon makes the sun brighter. The winter makes the spring more beautiful. The night makes the day warmer. The pain makes the joy sweeter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And I see it all too clearly now.  How beautiful. How holy. How precious was this gift. This life. This love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Too often we don&#8217;t see our blessings until we have lost them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Teach us, Holy Spirit, to see more clearly. To live more fully. To love more selflessly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"> Teach us to count our blessings &#8211; even in the valleys. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Teach us to have grateful hearts &#8211; even when things are hard. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Teach us to hope in possibilities &#8211; even when we face dead ends. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Teach us to love &#8211; even when we don&#8217;t feel loved or loveable. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Because when things change, we will hope for another season, another day, another chance to say &#8220;I love you&#8221;, &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry&#8221;, &#8220;This is worth fighting for&#8221;, &#8220;You are amazing&#8221;, &#8220;We are blessed&#8221; or &#8220;I forgive you&#8221;.  Help us, no matter where we are, to live with this banner in our hearts and over our lives&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&#8220;Praise you, God &#8211; you are always good &#8211; even now!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sun &#8211; Moon Spring &#8211; Winter Day &#8211; Night Joy &#8211; Pain It&#8217;s all life. It&#8217;s all yours. It&#8217;s all good. There&#8217;s not one without the other. No power in love without the possibility of losing it&#8230; Someday&#8230;Someway&#8230; Even when it&#8217;s too early and even when it doesn&#8217;t make sense and everything seems like insanity. 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