Transitions. Movement. Back and forth, it seems. Sometimes forward, others back. But always going somewhere.
That’s the way my life is right now. Whether or not I know where that somewhere is, I’m moving. Honestly, most of the time I don’t know where the somewhere is. But that’s okay. I’m not fearful (at least, not yet), and I’m not necessarily hesitant either.
I think that may be part of the secret – to keep moving – especially if you feel something in your gut telling you there’s more, something there for you. In this case, my case, it’s the something there for me and for my wife. For us. When life seems to be moving too quickly around us, and I feel that I’m just sitting and watching it go by, watching it happen to me, without doing anything about it, I know there’s more. There has to be.
I don’t mean “more” in the case of quantity, or money, or I guess I don’t even mean better…I mean in the sense of purpose, value, what’s worth it to us, and what brings life. Those things can actually be difficult to quantify. They have more to do with quality. And not only quality of living, but quality of soul, of rest, of presentness. You know, the things that make us who we are, the internals, not just the externals.
What makes this all different now is that it includes in equal measure my wife, another soul that I’ve uniquely and mysteriously become one with, and the movement and transition and back and forth is alongside and with her. We move in step, in unison, not perfectly, but together. And the decisions of where to go, where that somewhere is, happen together.
I guess that helps me not fear. For not only do I believe that God is with me, but I also have her, believing and praying and fighting and crying and laughing and…going with me.
Choosing what holds weight and what to value is a necessary venture, no matter who you are. And being aggressive about protecting those things is just as valuable.
If you don’t do it, you’ll find that someone else will do it for you.