Ever since I was little, the section of Reader's Digest Magazine that I always turned to and read first was "Quotable Quotes." I love reading what genius, and insightful things other people have to say. It makes me stop and think. Sometimes I learn from them. Other times it validates what my brain already believes, and makes me feel good that I am not the only one out there thinking the same thing. I came across the above quote yesterday during our first day in Maui. I don't know who authored it, but boy did it send chills up my spine when I first read it.
Without a doubt that statement has held true for me. It's easy to believe, it's even easier to hope, but the struggle comes with trust. It takes time. It takes proof. It takes a leap of faith
When I walked off the plane two days ago, at the very gate that I departed from on August 14, 2012, something very powerful came over me. We were the last off the plane. My son was in front of me pushing my husband's wheelchair, and I was fumbling with all the bags. After I strapped the bags over each shoulder and started walking, I glanced over to the very spot I sat when I was ready to come home to an unknown future. Unexpectedly, the tears started flowing. I kept dabbing my eyes, not wanting anyone to wonder why I was crying, but the tears kept coming. I could hear Hawaiian music play in the background, which only triggered more tears. At one point my son turned around and noticed I was crying, and asked what was wrong. I didn't know. I just knew my body was releasing some of the toxic poison that had built up over the past two years. I needed to shed the blanket of despair that had cloaked my spirit for the past two years.
We had come so far to get to this moment in time. We have been to hell and back, painfully deprived of some of those sweet moments life has to offer. We came back to the island with hope, and the belief that some good will come of this trip. We have to trust that it will, for we have a life that needs to be lived.
Without a doubt that statement has held true for me. It's easy to believe, it's even easier to hope, but the struggle comes with trust. It takes time. It takes proof. It takes a leap of faith
When I walked off the plane two days ago, at the very gate that I departed from on August 14, 2012, something very powerful came over me. We were the last off the plane. My son was in front of me pushing my husband's wheelchair, and I was fumbling with all the bags. After I strapped the bags over each shoulder and started walking, I glanced over to the very spot I sat when I was ready to come home to an unknown future. Unexpectedly, the tears started flowing. I kept dabbing my eyes, not wanting anyone to wonder why I was crying, but the tears kept coming. I could hear Hawaiian music play in the background, which only triggered more tears. At one point my son turned around and noticed I was crying, and asked what was wrong. I didn't know. I just knew my body was releasing some of the toxic poison that had built up over the past two years. I needed to shed the blanket of despair that had cloaked my spirit for the past two years.
We had come so far to get to this moment in time. We have been to hell and back, painfully deprived of some of those sweet moments life has to offer. We came back to the island with hope, and the belief that some good will come of this trip. We have to trust that it will, for we have a life that needs to be lived.
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