Go to your bosom:
and ask your heart
what it doth know?
We run; we stumble; we fall; we get up; and somehow we find the stamina to move on again. That same scenario plays over and over again in our lives; so what is it that get us back up on our feet willing to do it all over again?
Is it the hope of wealth or at least sufficiently comfortable numbers in our checkbooks and bank accounts to buy whatever we need and/or want?
Is it the hope of owning a nice car, having a roof over our head, finding food in the pantry, or clothes to put on our backs?
Is it being able to travel wherever and whenever we want?
Is it the hope that scientific theories will one day answer the questions that disturb us?
Or it is instead because we seem to know somehow that a divine power much bigger and smarter has set all this in motion for a reason and that He cheers us on in the face of troubling realities and difficulties?
And isn’t it also because His imploring little voice within us encourages us to finish the race set before us because that is what we are really here for?
At some point in time, do we not begin to perceive divine threads in the fabric of life?
Do not these threads in the tapestry gather together enough gladness and joy so we that can find the strength and courage to face trials, disappointments, and defeats?
Isn’t it the perception of these divine threads that keeps us willing to run again, stumble again, to fall again, to get up again, and to move on again even when we are hurting or become disheartened or grow weary?
Do we not come to realize that life is not just an end in itself but instead a preparation for something more, even if the something more is not clearly defined? And as strange as it may seem, after a while in our heart of hearts do we not become aware of a sense of awe of and growing gratitude for the very “race” that often torments us?
Life just has to be worth more than material gain, more than temporal pleasures, more than the noisy, senseless endurance of the perverse, violent, and/or mundane. In moments of utter silence and stillness in an emptied mind we can, can’t we, hear that reassuring little voice that calls to us urging us on because all this isn’t some pointless game, a worthless hour upon a harsh stage, “full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” And does not what our heart “doth know” tell us something of a loving Creator’s sacred purpose. Don’t we do it because as Marianne Williamson says, “We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us.”
But I have raised you up for this very purpose, that I might show you my power and that my name might be proclaimed in all the earth. ~Exodus 9:16 ✝
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