I love how the tiniest flicker from the smallest flame has the ability to light up a room.
Perhaps the tiny flame is not strong enough to read by but the strength of the light is just enough for me to make my way around a darkened room. It is just the right amount of light to see in the moment, to pray and meditate before the beginning of my day.
I am in transition, changing the way I start my day. I no longer need the bright lights, books and baggage to help me navigate through and to my truth. I have spent years sitting in brightly lit rooms before the break of dawn.
I have been in the process of breaking old habits while creating new ones. Years of intentional times in the light has now paid off. The truths I leaned into and learned are now carved out on my heart and soul.
In recovery I was taught, doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of insanity. I believe that is what I have experienced over the last several months. Even a good thing needs to come to an end to make room for a new beginning.
It is like opening up a suitcase to find nothing inside. It feels like insanity believing that if I continue to open up that bag something just might come out. It is time to put the luggage away and embrace all that I have been given and all that is about to come.
I am grateful for the times when I had the brightness of the light to help me find my truth. Now, however it is the flicker of the flame that reminds me, I know the truth and the truth has set me free.
Do you have a focus word for your week? If so I would love to know what it is and why you chose that word.
“Living In the Moment”