Words of optimism dominated. I was reluctant to break the flow of sweetness which filled every corner of our conversation. My feelings of discomfort were getting to the point I felt forced to say something. Everything on the table was fine if it became real. Otherwise, this discussion would be marked as an event which faded as quickly as the sound of the words drifted towards silence.
My impatience since the event has grown. I continue looking for any confirmation of actions and the resulting validation that the words meant something. There is a connection between hope and action, with the latter giving life to our creations. An old writer described the linkage with different words which takes one to the same outcome, validation. “Wasn’t our ancestor Abraham “made right with God by works” when he placed his son Isaac on the sacrificial altar?” (James 2.21)
In the wake behind my impatience, I can see my lingering footprints of days gone by. My youthful optimism was void of the seasoning which only comes with experience and a willingness to reflect with an open heart and mind. As I consider my steps, I value the care and kindness shown by my mentors and guardians in those moments. I know I have grown because each chose to believe in me. Their ongoing commitment to be present in my life is a demonstration of their faith. I own my weaknesses and failings while I give them credit for being Divinity’s voice and every presence in my life.
I know the risks of not having the forces of good to guide the way I continue to work on the construction of my life edifice. Examples of lives ruined, lost, and destroyed are within my vision if I am willing to see. Equally, there are beautiful and inspiring examples of lives lived with care, compassion, and purposeful intent.Today brings a fresh plate of choices. I am free to choose while remaining accountable for what follows. May the hope and ambition in my life be made right through choice and action.
