a rambling cold morning reflection

Triumph is born out of struggle

and

Faith is the alchemist.

God in Bruce Almighty

Some days, I find myself falling deep inside a dark hole
buried so deep within myself and my thoughts and my own little world
that I can almost lose touch with the reality of my experience.
Something or Someone does not go as i had planned
or
perhaps
they have not done what I expected
and
so
I
retreat
to a place where I lie and tell myself
"they can't hurt me here"
truth is
that is the lie I tell myself
because
it is just my own intrinsic reaction
to that which I cannot control
or don't feel comfortable with
or
don't understand--my hiding room within--that is.

It is not always a bad place,
but
sometimes
way too comfortable like a favorite pair of old blue jeans--you know the really worn one's with the hole on the knee.
It is a nice place to visit--but not a place I should live---I keep working on that one.

Trouble comes
and
when it does
we all
bow our head and sing
"oh woe is me"
"nobody knows the trouble I've seen".
but
human experience is all much the same
just different tales,
characters,
and
settings.
We all got some trouble going on in our lives, now don't we.

Here is what I know to be true:

The sun comes up in the morning...don't forget.  Things always look worse in the dark.
Some things are providential and perhaps we'll never understand the rhyme and reason
to why the world works a certain way or why things happen to us.  It is life.  Accept it on life's terms..
it is what it is and we humans most often just have to roll with it.
bad things do happen to good people
but
the difference between defeat and triumph
is
woven in the character of the way a
person holds their head when they are down, defeated, and broken hearted,
it is displayed in the manner in which
someone chooses to see the half-full verses the half-empty glass
or
the whether they can see that ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

Troubles
they come and they go
the storms come but so does the sunshine and the rainbows
life rolls along and
in the mix there is a reaction taking place
chemical and unseen in nature
a
force of love
pulling us forward
to
a better place.
triumph comes
in small ripples and sometimes roaring waves...
but
it comes....
trust that
and
let faith hold you in-between.

blessings to you on this Tuesday morning
hugs.