I’m not one to chase around an arbitrary calendar, but this has been a hard year not to spend some time reviewing. I’ve experienced the deepest sadness I could imagine, yet I’ve had more moments of uplift and joy than I could begin to count. God decided to end my life as it was, yet He also brought me closer to understanding myself and those around me. He’s helped illuminate my world and show me stark contrasts between right and wrong, healthy and toxic. He’s given me a mission that I don’t fully comprehend, but I feel prepared to take on each day.
It’s a magic that one must be open to receiving. I’ve worked hard to open myself to the pain of others. My grief feels small and manageable when I touch the pain in another. Little bits of magic fly around whenever I can be fully present and share in someone else’s pain. Eventually, that magic coalesces into miracles and healing can occur.
I’ve been blessed in innumerable ways. Mary and our sons are their own set of miracles. I didn’t properly earn this life, I don’t think anyone could. I hope to take the miracles and blessings of my life and continue to heal myself while employing every lesson I learn to heal others.
God bless,
Jason