xxx_faithful
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Blessings and Curses - Shauna Niequist
There are things that happen to us, and when they happen, they give us two options. Either way, we will never be the same, and we shouldn't. These things can either strip us down to the bone and allow us to become strong and honest, or they can be the reasons we use to behave poorly indefinitely, the justification for all manner of broken relationships and broken deals. It could be the thing that allows everything else to tun, that allows the lock of our lives to finally spring open and our pent-up selves to blossom like preening flowers. Or it can be the reason we use to justify our anger and the sharp tones in our voices for the rest of our lives.
There are things that explode into our lives and we call them curses, and then one day, a year later or ten years later, we realise that they are actually something else. They are the very most precious kinds of blessings.
The only person who decided my life had turned to dust was me. The only person who is still deeply troubled about what i've lost, even in the face of what I've gained, is me. I would never have wanted it this way, but something bright and beautiful has been given to me, and I'm in grave dangers of losing it, squandering it, becoming a person who cannot find the goodness thats right in front of her because of the sadness that she chooses to let obscure it.
Now we're talking about celebration. Celebration when you think you're calling the shots? Easy. Celebration when your plan is working? anyone can do that. But when you realise that the story of your life could be told a thousands different ways, that you could tell it over and over as a tragedy, but you choose to call it an epic, thats when you start to learn what celebration is. When what you see in front of you is so far outside of what you dreamed, but you have belief, the boldness, the courage to call it beautiful instead of calling it wrong, thats celebration.
xxx_faithful
There are things that happen to us, and when they happen, they give us two options. Either way, we will never be the same, and we shouldn't. These things can either strip us down to the bone and allow us to become strong and honest, or they can be the reasons we use to behave poorly indefinitely, the justification for all manner of broken relationships and broken deals. It could be the thing that allows everything else to tun, that allows the lock of our lives to finally spring open and our pent-up selves to blossom like preening flowers. Or it can be the reason we use to justify our anger and the sharp tones in our voices for the rest of our lives.
There are things that explode into our lives and we call them curses, and then one day, a year later or ten years later, we realise that they are actually something else. They are the very most precious kinds of blessings.
The only person who decided my life had turned to dust was me. The only person who is still deeply troubled about what i've lost, even in the face of what I've gained, is me. I would never have wanted it this way, but something bright and beautiful has been given to me, and I'm in grave dangers of losing it, squandering it, becoming a person who cannot find the goodness thats right in front of her because of the sadness that she chooses to let obscure it.
Now we're talking about celebration. Celebration when you think you're calling the shots? Easy. Celebration when your plan is working? anyone can do that. But when you realise that the story of your life could be told a thousands different ways, that you could tell it over and over as a tragedy, but you choose to call it an epic, thats when you start to learn what celebration is. When what you see in front of you is so far outside of what you dreamed, but you have belief, the boldness, the courage to call it beautiful instead of calling it wrong, thats celebration.
xxx_faithful