As I walk the streets of cities I have been to before, I find myself reliving old memories and experiences. Even as I fly over cities that I have spend time in, I catch myself reflecting on lessons from yesterday. For the most part the memories are good ones. In every case, the Spirit seems to find a way to take life and what happens and use it as a tool in tugging my heart towards truth and Hope. I find it odd, but reminders are powerful markers that remain in front of us as guideposts if we are willing to see with candor.
Sometimes even the obvious is not. I found myself looking at a construction site, mourning the loss of the buildings that once were integral to New York's lower east side. Even as I struggled with the overwhelming sense of loss within, I realized that I have never seen this site when it was not a construction site. Granted there was one part of the site that had a building still standing. However, the heart of the site has always been a large pit! I have no idea what was there before. My idealistic memories have created a story filled with myth for so long that I no longer recognize its fictional nature. Even as I began to laugh at myself, I realized that many of the characters in my virtual world have little resemblance to the truth filled reality that you and I live in.
As today dawns, I find myself turning an interesting corner. I want to deal with truth not fiction. I want to take one writer's words to heart. “Dear friends, let me be completely frank with you. Our ancestor David is dead and buried-his tomb is in plain sight today.” (Acts 2.29) I can struggle to look at life without filters, knowing that truth filled reminders will guide me to a better future. I can embrace the present, letting go of my myths and fictions. I can follow God instead of trying to be my own guide.
2021 Copyright © Daily Whispers.