He spoke to me
the kind words of grace
that all my days can be lived
without a single word written
& my life will still be shrouded in purpose
because I learned to rest,
to wait, to listen, to give -
to be.
I met myself today
I met myself today. Conversation was light and weighty all at once. We finished the day weary, our smiling eyes brimmed over with tears.
As I walked home, images came to mind that felt like heavy weights on my shoulders. I used to yell at her, quietly but angrily at small mishaps and overly emotional moments.
At times I would slap her stomach, scrunch it between my fingers, make her bend and move from side to side, just to see the full view. “Not acceptable,” I would say, restricting her from banana bread and warm cups of coffee.
Sometimes I found her on the floor, her back in aching from the strain of exercise. My face would grow hot and I would picture all she wasn’t and all that put her in this place. “You’re hopeless,” were the words I left her with, pulsing with apathy.
A combination of chocolate and dry weather cause her face to peel and break out in red blotches. I bought moisturizer after cream after medication but it all came to nothing. No improvement was made. “You’re on your own,” I would say and scoff everytime she looked in the mirror.
Still she would come to me with the flavorful and delicious meals, enough to satisfy a queen. She crafted cookies with rosemary and pies with thyme. She stubbornly enjoyed her coffee mid-morning, another in the evening.
And yet, her greatest offerings of peace, her petitions for hope were flung aside by my ruthless desires for perfection.
Today I met myself again. She’s been busy in the kitchen, apron stained by chocolate and hands tired from kneading. She makes it outside often, her breathing growing easy, her muscles loosening as she runs the neighborhood streets.
As we spoke, her eyes implored for approval, a simple word of affection. I smiled, “There must be purpose in your joys and grace in the process.”
I smiled as her eyes sparkled, hopeful, and wondered if I could believe it too.
“To be resilient, we need to face our shame. shame shuts us down. It prevents us from receiving and giving. Shame causes distance. But we have to see our need for help amidst the shame. I believe resilience comes from facing our weakness and our need and working through our shame. Resilience comes through trusting that redemption and restoration is possible. Resilience relies on the hope that change is possible.” - Edith Reitsema