Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth
Today, I want to say this to you:
I know that this life is complex. I know that the burdens you bear are unbelievably unfair and overwhelming. I know that you are heartbroken and disillusioned. I hear within my soul, the questions you ask and do not ask that swim in the depth of your soul. I hear the questions that may never be answered or resolved.
I am not going to say how sorry I am, because as well intentioned as that sentiment is, it can feel like a shallow offering. I am not going to say it will all be okay, because some moments, some life experiences will never be okay, will never hold a redeeming quality that surfaces over time. There are some experiences in this life that are just simply terrible, and we should not ever have to feel there is a golden lining in all things.
I will say that in the deepest lostness, in the absolute mess of being alive in this world today, you are not alone. As alone as you may feel, as isolated as you are in that which you cannot bear to say to another human being, you are not alone. There are angels of this world and from the Heavenly realm who stand with you, surrounding you with all merits of goodness and love. You don’t have to believe this (and who could when that which is so apparently difficult can be seen while that which heals and comforts is often invisible to the eye). But no matter our understanding, truth need not our belief to be so.
I know that this life is complex, and I know that in this complexity, you are hurting. But know this day, near an autumn tree in a valley surrounded by glorious mountains, I am standing here for you. I am standing with a long line of ancestors who understand, and you have not and will not be forsaken. You are seen. You are known. You are loved… even in the midst of this.
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth
Today, I want to say this to you:
I know that this life is complex. I know that the burdens you bear are unbelievably unfair and overwhelming. I know that you are heartbroken and disillusioned. I hear within my soul, the questions you ask and do not ask that swim in the depth of your soul. I hear the questions that may never be answered or resolved.
I am not going to say how sorry I am, because as well intentioned as that sentiment is, it can feel like a shallow offering. I am not going to say it will all be okay, because some moments, some life experiences will never be okay, will never hold a redeeming quality that surfaces over time. There are some experiences in this life that are just simply terrible, and we should not ever have to feel there is a golden lining in all things.
I will say that in the deepest lostness, in the absolute mess of being alive in this world today, you are not alone. As alone as you may feel, as isolated as you are in that which you cannot bear to say to another human being, you are not alone. There are angels of this world and from the Heavenly realm who stand with you, surrounding you with all merits of goodness and love. You don’t have to believe this (and who could when that which is so apparently difficult can be seen while that which heals and comforts is often invisible to the eye). But no matter our understanding, truth need not our belief to be so.
I know that this life is complex, and I know that in this complexity, you are hurting. But know this day, near an autumn tree in a valley surrounded by glorious mountains, I am standing here for you. I am standing with a long line of ancestors who understand, and you have not and will not be forsaken. You are seen. You are known. You are loved… even in the midst of this.
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