Sadness. The Bastard.
Who hasn’t battled sadness at times? Sinking deeper by the minute, sometimes with no reason, we stare down the decision whether to fight or flop on the couch.
Sadness swallowed me whole for a good part of my life. Bastard. I know, it’s a harsh word, but it’s just how I felt about it at times.
Yet, today I can wrap my arms around that sadness and give it a big kiss. Why?
Because when I finally decided to get down and dirty “doing the work”, when I mustered up every last ounce of hope to begin clawing through the cave, nails bloody and mascara smudged face, I started the journey toward joy.
That journey had me doing all sorts of things a desperate person might do. Leaving a marriage. Consulting the psychics, priests, and sages. Getting intimate with my breath. Altering my reality for consciousness sake. The jungle retreat. Mystery mantras. And more.
But I found God & joy in the journey. Well, I first found all sorts of old wounds and trauma underneath many masks. But in and through it all, I began to see MY light. MY worth. MY potential. And, the awesomeness of a loving God.
Sadness may feel like a bastard at times, but if you’re dancing with it, know that somehow it’s beckoning you to square up and face truth.
Become vulnerable. Peel back the layers. Embrace the journey and make a firm commitment to “do the inner healing work”.
Devote yourself to the ways of Jesus. To the healing path. To the Love that wants to envelop you.
Your soul is speaking. Can you hear it? It’s helping you navigate toward truth. Put on your armor and battle.
Battle for the kind of joy that sticks.