Month: May 2012

fog.

fog.

by Kathleen Moulton ♥ 1 Comment

I know what it’s like to feel such deep heartache and despair, I wanted to close my eyes and never wake up. The pain was so deep I couldn’t imagine living another minute.

You know the feeling. You can’t see a thing. All around you is thick fog leading to nothingness. Your vision is muddled and emotions take over reasoning.

Emotions are a part of us – but only a part. It’s not all of who we are. Nor are they to be trusted. Emotions can take over and make us not think clearly.

Beyond the moment it seems empty. Void. A bottomless pit.

What we don’t remember, is the sun is about to burn off the fog.  Within moments, rays of warm sunshine will filter through the haze, dispersing the fog. The emotions dissipate , deferring to the light, bringing clarity and truth.

The shadowy silhouette of trees are full of life. Fragrant, pink and white apple blossoms will be buzzing with bees, gathering sweet nectar.  Tiny buds will burst open with shades of fresh, spring green – creating a sanctuary for a nest of baby robins.

Beyond the tree line is a bubbling river – 86 miles in length – carving out a path through meadows soon to be teeming with animal and insect life.

No matter how tragic a moment or day may be, there is always more than meets the eye. The fog will burn off and reveal what is hidden from your view.  This is part of God’s care. Never, ever give up. You never know what is just beyond the trees.

fairness.

fairness.

by Kathleen Moulton

It’s not fair.

No, it’s not.

We grapple with the struggles that come into our life, forgetting that heartache is universal. The unfairness part enters our mind when we compare ourselves to others. Why me?

Who is the question  being directed to? Interesting the commonality of asking it. In other words, you don’t have to believe in God to ask it. Nevertheless, it is asked. You don’t believe in God or you’re not sure there is a God, but it’s God who you are really directing the question to.

Someone must be blamed for the pain.

It must suffice: we all live in a world which has incredible beauty co-existing with incredible ugliness. The fact we are not consumed by its ugliness tells me there is a God who has created within us the ability to live with this dichotomy.

Mankind has proved himself to endure calamity – and often comes through it better off.  Scars, yes. Memories, yes. Tears, yes.

It’s not fair.

No, it’s not.

But in the end, God is fair.

5:10 am.

5:10 am.

by Kathleen Moulton

As if on cue, the birds begin chirping their melodious song where I live.  The clock always says 5:10 am.

It makes me smile. Even in the early morning hours of a sleepless night of tossing and turning. Because God has ordered creation with design and precision.

In the western world, particularly the United States, life moves very quickly. So if you’re in a long process of a difficult situation, the time moves too slowly. We live each day with such momentum – a hamburger meal ready when we get to the next drive-thru window or an item ordered online in minutes and delivered the next day. It just doesn’t line up when a painful situation takes time to walk through.

Along the path are markers that let us know God is near. The steady sound of rain reminds us He is constant. The wind reminds us He is strength. The dawn of a new day reminds us He is dependable. And the song of birds reminds us all is well.

He sees what you don’t see. Take a deep breath and rest your troubled soul.

survive.

survive.

by Kathleen Moulton

I cannot speak to all forms of pain. And I won’t tell you that pain is pain.

There are families sifting through the debris of leveled towns from tornado destruction. For every wonderful story of a loved one spared, there is a sad story of a loved one’s death.  A woman with breast cancer has only days to live while another celebrates her news of being cancer free. A fatal car accident takes a life and another just missed an accident by seconds.

The stories go on and on.

Unexpected, unintended, unexplained.

Despite the interruption of a storm, an enduring strength for survival ensues.

God knew what we would need to survive.

Ice crystals from the snow left tell-tale scars on the hope of spring.

Having some scars is okay. You will make it.