Commas And Periods: (Perspectives In The Unwelcome)

         I couldn't see past the unwelcome of a rainy stormy day. One thing after the other hit and little felt manageable. "It's been a tough day. Everything was a fight. The tasks required today took more effort than I felt I could give. It's been a tough day.", I'd think..... and then the sky broke open. 

         The gray skies of rain called circumstances and SEEMING setbacks were revealed for what they were... welcome graces that weren't seen in the moment, in the day; until today. The second day and it was shown me, shown me as Jesus Himself opened my eyes, and lifted the heavy weight from my burdened soul. NOTHING was permanent, those difficult days that were seen then only as periods were actually commas. NOTHING was as I had thought: final; there was more than a period, an ending. Here, at the end of the second day it was shown: those moments (where different ways had to be used) were ones to simply ease the load of tasks I needed to do so I could do them fully, easier. From the gray skies and heavy rains of difficult roads travelled to get things done those moments were actually commas and not periods; for nothing was final. What I thought was only a "period" moment where there was nothing else there, they were actually "comma" moments. The dreaded time I simply wanted to forget was actually a "comma" moment, a pause that I needed to remember (for commas are to PAUSE) , moments where there was SOMETHING ELSE that needed to be seen: at what was THOUGHT was ONLY bad was actually a pause (or several pauses). 

            It is here that I am grateful for those "commas", those pauses. The ones of rain when having to work outdoors. The ones of intentionality so I would not forget what was good in that day. The welcome "commas" to simply rest that meant there was only a pause and nothing was final, for Jesus was helping me along hard roads that I thought were ONLY hard roads; roads that were instead actually moments where I was given an unusual and surprising relief; something seen in those welcome "pauses" given and shown. 

Thank You Jesus.


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